Praying Amidst the Wasps

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Dedicated a year ago, the new temple replaced a wooden one, a temporary structure that served Shantivanam and Ananda for 20-plus years. Yes.
And, yes, there are wasps this time of year, but as a Yearner for The Orkin Man I am a Minority of One, so have instead perfected certain Non-Mindfulness Techniques. One is to distract myself by watching one of the dark winged creatures make its way up somebody’s white shawl or saffron-colored robe, figuring as I do that somebody behind me is probably watching one of the creatures flit up or down my own clothes.

Having moaned for a paragraph, I must acknowledge what an absolutely and unquestionably wonderful place this is to pray. It’s a generous space, from these curving pink and white walls that soar towards an enormous white and gold lotus in the center of the ceiling, to these cool marble floors, so welcome on the warm-to-hot days. The Hours of the Divine Office, the Masses – the arati after all those – I think it must all take on a different texture because of this space.

Thanksgiving + Palio + New Year’s = PONGAL!

PONGAL, celebrated for 4 days, is a harvest feast-cum-new year celebration-featuring games and sacred cows. At the ashram, it’s reasonably low-key, but we could hear the celebrations across the road and (from my place) across the river.
BELOW, SOME RANDOM IMAGES…

Selecting the chalk for Rongolis (those chalk drawings, cf Pondicherry but imagine them 3x the size, in the village - Kulithalai) )

The Stars of Pongal (note the new fluorescent pink leads, through the nose behind the ears)

At Ananda, we have curd (as good as Greek yogurt) at every meal. It’s from the cows. My coffee (Nescafe) and others’ tea are both laced with sweet milk – thank you, Sister Cow. The banana cream we have for breakfast is made from one or two of the three banana varieties (even green, they are sweet and soft) from ashram plants. The cream is seasoned with cardamon, lime, a tiny bit of o.j., then expanded and enriched with cream, from…you get my drift.>

Life and People: Ananda Ashram, Kulithalai village

I can walk to Thannirpalli, but the trip to Kulithalai requires an autorickshaw. Here is my conversation with the “auto” driver these days:
ME: Hello, Jeeva?
Jeeva: Yes, Shantivanam? What time?
ME: Well, I was thinking, I mean…maybe sometime this morning, say…
Jeeva: I come now?
ME: Right. Sure. Yes. Thank you. I’ll be at the gate.
Jeeva: [click]

I could tell you stories...and sometime, I will: the place would not function w/o these two.

This morning's Breakfast Crew. The MIA's *drank the water* if you know what I mean.

In case you fail to read it in my face:"There is nothing quite like that sweet milk and powdered coffee."

Surprised by Joy

I really was SURPRISED BY JOY.
I kept hearing about letters between C.S. Lewis and Bede Griffiths, the most famous (and most recent – he died fewer than 20 years ago)of Shantivanam’s 3 founders, so I decided to visit Shantivanam’s library to see if I could find a collection of Lewis’ letters, and among them see if I could find one to Father Bede. I’d been told that the library, awooden temple-like wooden, contained Bede’s library.

Once inside, I found a place that smelled like a library, if you know what I mean: musty, Indian-dusty, i.e. wonderful. I walked around – somebody has catalogued, like a Twin Cities used bookstore: Theology/Scripture; French Language/French Literature; English Literature/English Poetry… I walked over to the English Literature, scanned the shelves of Lewis’ works, and pulled out one of about 10 that had “Letters” in its title. I’d set my canedown on the cement floor and had settled in for a good long search ,but the book fell open, and I’M NOT KIDDING, to “Letter to Dom Bede Griffiths, OSB, on the occasion of his ordination.”

Ayurvedic As I Never Knew It

The first 2 are bona vide Masseuses, but all were present THE ENTIRE TIME

Yet another Ayurvedic massage was not my idea; however, the daily 8oz glass of freshly squeezed o.j. with a tablespoon of glucose was not enough for the wonderful older nun who has put herself in charge of my health (i.e. my Greater Trochanter!). I’m quite certain it’s the Cane Factor (she also uses one). In any case, I went with the driver a couple days ago, to the city of Trichy, about an hour’s drive from the ashram. I am slated to do it again, but am seriously considering a request to replace another massage with 16 oz of oj a day.

Think of a liter of oil poured all over by 2 masseuses while doing a sort of dance – with their arms and hands – on your back/front/side. For one hour.

Sister Agnes, The Chairman, and I

Poster advertising Conference

I’ll send an email about the conference on Organic Farming and Human Rights; if you don’t receive it, and have any interest in knowing more, send along a note. In the meantime, I can only say this: it was one of those days that reminds me I MOST ASSUREDLY CAME TO INDIA FOR THE MYSTERY.

Sister Agnes moves very fast; here, she is off to change her sari before the Conference. Scheduled for 10, it began shortly after The Chairman arrived -- shortly after 11.

On the Road

Sugarcane en route to the processing plant.

...and from the front.

Penultimate Destination: Sugarcane Processing Plant

The Ultimate Destination, and imho as good as it looks. Regarding color production, I chose not to ask.

"Lunch!" said Najaam, and then he made an eating gesture with his hand, which I at first mistook for "The lambs are going to eat lunch."

Yes, lunch.

“Koh-Koh” at Bless School: Grey Duck + Tag.

Eying the object - the other team!

The real object seems to be to Run around as fast as you can – while yelling – in case you’re not already sweltering ( I don’t discount the possibility of major projection on my part).

Sr. Rosita’s Place

Just 1.5 kms from the ashram – I rode [on the back of] a motor scooter – a lively ICM nun runs a daycare for the elderly, a preschool, tailor training, as well as typewriter and computer skills centers.

Elegant and talented, Sanjevey spends his days in Eldercare. He sings beautifully - this photo shows him finishing one of his chants. He has been blind for years.

The preschoolers were inside eating their snack, mostly thali (which always looks to me like tapas-in-a-metal cup)

"I am four!"

Teacher In-Service

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No day off for an in-service HERE. Saturday. 9-noon. Thanks to several FB friends, I went laden with ideas, from  Head-and-Shoulders and Simon Says, to  Hokey Pokey and Mirror Music. Great time, with only one Coconut Water drink . ACTUALLY, I had TWO glasses. Note to Self & to MIB: coconut water, which I hadn’t tasted since Angkor Wat years ago w. Elizabeth, seems better than Gatorade, or maybe it was the simple of semi-cool liquid, after jumping around (yes) in 86 F?

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