India

Navigating the main street of Puttaparthy is a journey full of hazards. The shop keepers, the flower girls, the beggars, the traffic noise like a labyrinth of obstacles hat needs my attention …but is simply fun to be part and parcel of…

The darshan this morning, even Sai Baba does not appear in the morning was for me a pleasure, it is calmer and less people which is heaven compared with the immense structure needed for the afternoon darshan

It takes many helpers to guide everyone in and even then there is an endless movement to get closer, and sardines in a tin is in fact close to the experience of being bundled together.

What is happening here as a daily act of devotion, and is a powerful realization for me to reach out to a greater moment of self-recognition no matter the form the action that is all that is ever present