There is no way for me to describe, to someone who has never been here, what it is like to sit at evening Puja with these people. It’s joyful, loud, hilarious, precious.
Sometimes the feeling of the music and the devotion bubbles up out of one of the attendees in an exuberant “Jai Ho!”, or they are moved to get up and dance. I watched Ramuji dance to a particularly upbeat and happy song in the flickering firelight from the offering fires on Thursday night and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Continue reading