deepavali
genda festoons, mithai, phooljadi, diyas
hearts moist with remembrance,
togetherness and quiet love.
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deepavali
genda festoons, mithai, phooljadi, diyas
hearts moist with remembrance,
togetherness and quiet love.
happy radhashtami
happy radhashtami
a sweet day filled with quiet devotion.
i think of her, the goddess of love,
and listen to her braj geet.
my heart is a celebration.
happy radhashtami
janamashtami
janamashtami
don't forget love
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across the universe.
mirabai
.
happy janamashtami
crescent moon / summer solstice
crescent moon summer solstice
genda (marigold)
home-ground rice flour as rangoli powder
a clear morning after days of cloudiness
and the teasing wind
invoking the essence of the summer solstice with a story, a sun mandala and an ecstatic petal play.
cultivating saanjh's love for seasons and rituals.
. . .
wednesday nightfall
the twenty first
jyeṣṭha
crescent moon giving
crescent moon giving
gifts from our two year old to her dear papa for his birthday
soft, rounded black pebbles and seashells carefully gathered from ‘our seashore’ (garden sandpit).
precious art by tiny hands, composed into a booklet.
natural. thoughtful. handmade
little ways and simple essentials to initiate her into the heart of giving
. . .
monday, nightfall
the seventh
māgha
makar sankranthi
makar sankranthi
the hindu festival of celebrating the sun
of waking up at sunrise
and being outside under the blue open skies
of flying kites
and welcoming the sun’s gold
into our skin and spirit
. . .
friday morning
the fifteenth
pauṣa
tread softly
tread softly
the magic
is beginning to stir
happy december
. . .
monday nightfall
the thirtieth
mārgaśīrṣa
notes from autumn
notes from autumn
celebrating our two year old magic
dusting, deep cleaning and sprinkling our nest with the blessing glow of diyas
working till my bones felt cracked
weaving bedtime stories to fill a desiring, dreaming little heart
making mithai and letting its sweetness linger all through the season
sewing a [first] traditional dress for our daughter, on the eve of diwali
watching, with saanjh, thousands of fairylights bewitch the city streets & our neighborhood with their gossamer spell
escaping into deepti naval’s book of poems, black wind
wayfaring from autumn's richness into winter's sageness
wintertide
wintertide
the season of
light, celebrations and soul-dancing
AUTUMN, is parting.
tomorrow, on the dusk of dev diwali
the last of the diyas will be lit
the last of the festal songs sung
and the last of the firecrackers kindled in the night sky.
then, autumn’s gold
will melt into winter’s silver.
the mellow morning sun will drape the world in its silk.
earth will inscribe love notes on withered leaves
and let the wind, whistling through the lanky trees, carry it afar.
the sweet smell of the blossoming stars
will perfume the year’s deepest nights.
and life will meditate in the cathedral of quiet.
. . .
tuesday nightfall
the twenty fourth
mārgaśīrṣa
śarad purnima
śarad purnima
paying homage
to the brightest full moon of the year
the night of rāsa-līlā
gazing at its heavenly luminance
listening to the dhun of bansuri
and letting its rays heal me
from skin to soul
. . .
monday nightfall
the twenty sixth
kārtika
Sweet smell of devotion
sweet smell of devotion
making mithai
lighting mandir lamp in the evenings
and invoking the goddess in me
celebrating
strength
creativity
and wisdom
happy navratri and dusshera
. . .
wednesday nightfall
the twenty first
āśvina
waiting to celebrate
waiting to celebrate
two years ago, this time
we were waiting
to meet you
two years later, now
we are waiting
to celebrate you
so many memories
so much magic
. . .
foraging wild grass
for your birthday decorations
creating earthsongs
to carol with balloons
and echo the gentle breeze outside
. . .
tuesday nightfall
the twentieth
āśvina
. . .