ushered into song

lila with simha
Sun, 18 Sep 2005

Namaste,

The full moon is dazzling this evening, totally worth the chaotic ruckus of last night. The crows woke me up around 2 am shouting obscenities at the stars.... who knew that crows would even be awake in the middle of the night? It was a little weird. Then they woke up the neighborhood dogs who proceeded to spend the next several hours barking at the shadows. The dogs here are an interesting bunch, they don't pant (ever!), they sleep almost all day, they understand the dangers of traffic better than most humans and they project a shocking aire of extreme intelligence.... most of them are full on vegetarians as well.

There is a troop of 3 black dogs that live on Shyamala's street, nobody owns them but everyone feeds them. A few days back the gypsy that collects trash was asking Shyamala if she had seen them, as he was afraid the dogcatcher had gotten them. In a moment of pessimism I said, "Well, that's the end of them then!" and she replied with a, "Whatever are you talking about Laurissa?" and proceeded to tell me that when the dog catcher comes to fetch a stray dog he merely takes them in to be 'sterilized' and then returns them to the exact spot where he found them. Still riding a bitter mood, I pulled a, "Yah sure, right...wink wink nod nod." How could a 3rd world country possibly reserve a section of tax funds for dog welfare!? Well! The day before yesterday the dogs returned, just as Shyamala said they would and much to the gypsy man's glee!

A gray and tangerine colored moth the size of a sparrow flies into our bedroom almost every evening, I need to assume it is the same moth each night as we have given him a name; Mort the Moth. With eyes the size of saucers he is really quite cute. He seems to enjoy getting dizzy riding the air currents from the ceiling fan. It usually takes me about 10 minutes to catch him and show him the door but I don't really mind, I'd like to believe that he is a benefic spirit from another land.

Dance class has been a luminous transfusion of rose water straight into my blood. My feet touch down in front of Shyamala and the world warbles a little, everything falls into place as I'm ushered into the song. It’s a beautiful dance, the more I surrender the more I am opened and dissolved into. For those of you that are waiting for news of Shyamala's schedule; this morning she was looking into tickets for Oct.6th, after her California programs she might make it to Boulder as early as Oct. 20th...probably a 3 week stay and then up to Canada and back to Chennai for a performance in late Dec.

"Let life be beautiful"

-Rabindranath Tagore