Beautiful Reflection : A photo of Swami the way he used to look in Whitefield during Bhajans (1990-2001). This photo sums up all my yesterdays with Him in India. The days of sunshine, the laughter, the joy, also to remember the many gifts of sweets that would fall into my lap, or on the ground under my shawl, or bounce off from my hair-band to fall often into my clothes during darshan, and of course, kept forever or until I just had to eat one while remembering the moment. Then the days of tears, the learning, those tedious days when he seemed so far away, and when life itself seemed so unforgiving.
Keenly remembered are those days of magical mystery and the days that brought me moments to keep forever in my heart. … Gosh! would i do it all again? Those times of illness, bad flu, the sitting in the sun for hours, the sweat, the burnt feet on hot concrete and sharp sand and those sand flies, dirty toilets, the “sting” of the severest of all – the ” seva dals!” Would I do it all again? not sure – but I learned so much from my times spent there… I learned that we are not a body only, we are far greater than that piece of flesh we call ‘me’.. We are spiritual beings and our earthly clothes are mere garments of no real importance to that tiniest spark of divinity within each one of us, which is eternal and forever… Sai Ram, eve