I turned 30-years-old on the 7th of February. This year it fell on Lord Nityananda's Avirbhava. It was a very special day, filled with Nitai's mercy. The highlight was an evening bhajan party at our 914 sq. ft. house, with over 50 devotees attending and chanting for over three hours. What a great way to turn 30!
Thirty is kind of a big year for me. I felt like I was in my 20's forever. They just seemed that way to me. They were extremely monumental years, don't get me wrong. Giving birth to both my children, buying, running and then selling a restaurant, living in three different states, and 8 different houses during those years, getting initiated by my Gurudeva. And these are kind of the easy to document monumental events that happended in my 20's. Much more it was a progress of growing-up, finding the me inside, 'choosing' the life I chose, being an adult and taking responsibility for my actions, accepting the repurcusions of desicions, and finding my contribution to the world. The 20's were really turbulent for me at times. I felt trapped by motherhood at times, and it was extremely difficult raising two children under 2, with a husband in college who was also working a side job, and on a student's income, or should I say non-income. There were some tough years there. I felt insane at times, and I probably was.
Being 30 is a new decade. It's great. I'm still adjusting to the way it sounds coming off my tongue, when I say my age, but it feels so much better than being 20. I'm ready and here's what being 30 is to me.
30 is being confident in myself, saying what I need to say, and knowing my place.
30 is doing less, but doing more of that less.
30 is at least a third of my life, I hope.
30 is being an adult.
30 is not being scared of whoever is saying whatever about me.
30 is about being quiet in my soul.
30 is about remembering and treasuring friendships and everything they have done for me to get to here.
30 is being trust.
30 is letting go.
30 is knowing I'm not the showman running the show.
30 is loving being a woman, and not taking any women squelching crap.
30 is being satisfied on a deep level.
30 is being more empathetic. I've been through more, I walk on the ground, not on my high horse. I want kindness, and I want to give kindness. What is the world without it.
30 is being a giver.
30 is owning my accomplishments and being gratefully proud of them.
30 is feeling the wheels on life speeding up.
30 is craving foods that are good for me.
30 is about accumulating less and appreciating what I have.
I hope this next decade of my life teaches me more, brings me closer to service to Guru and Gauranga, and expands my dreams. It's going to be an awesome time of my life. I can feel it.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Motherhood
This morning as my daughter was in my mother's car on their way to school, she yelled for me to come give her a hug and kiss. I was in my slippers and my hair was wet from my recent shower, but I turned around to get my shoes on. I didn't tell her though, that I was going to put my shoes on. In her panic to make sure she got her hug and kiss, she scrambled out of the car tears already gushing from her face. By the time I made my way down the back porch stairs she was so upset. I hugged her and kissed her profusely, and sent her on her way.
But when I returned into the house, I was so completely plagued by that mother's guilt. There have been so many times where I grudgingly gave the perfunctory 10th good-bye hug and kiss, or became frustrated with the neediness. And today I saw that all those time had such an effect on her, that she didn't trust that I would come, but assumed that I had turned around to go back inside not to put my shoes on. I just felt terrible.
Do mothers and children both internalize the worst? Mothers remembering all the times we slipped it and lost it on our children, conveniently forgetting the more than countless times we gave unceasingly to our children? And children remembering the same, all the times their mothers yelled and freaked out, and not the hugs and stories, the ice cream cones and library trips. It seems I'm being a little bit too generalizing. Of course we remember both, and of course we do internalize both. It just seems like I'm forever repentant for my mistakes.
My daughter just came into my room, excited about having heated up and served her own leftover noodles. She has ended her proclamation with giving me a hug and kiss. I know I've done a good job as a mother, the best I can and could. Sometimes I just wish I was perfect.
But, is there a perfect mother out there? A mother who regrets nothing, and is confident in every decision she's made? Is there? I think not. For we are raising human beings, not the perfect loaf of bread. And humanness is such a complex thing.
I'm turning 30 next week, and my children are 7 and 5, and their middle years of childhood are corresponding with my middle years of life. They are entering the stage of independence, and my sudden independence from them is staring me in the face. Of course I love the quiet mornings where I can eat breakfast in peace, chant, clean my house, do errands alone. But some days I have an ache in my heart for all the years with my little ones. I filled up my water jugs at Wal-mart today, and all I could hear in my inner thoughts were my children fighting over who gets to turn the tap on to fill the water up, and who gets to turn it off. Here I was peacefully getting water, and all I wanted was for my kids with me. I realized that that time where they want to help me with everything, and be with me always, is so short-lived. Of course how many mothers told me this how many times? Too many to count. It's the bittersweetness of motherhood. As Sue Monk Kidd, one of my favorite authors, wrote, "So much of parenting is negotiating endings, the unceasing process of disconnecting the strings that tie our children to us, preparing them for a life on their own. That has always been the ache and beauty of it for me--taking the deep breath and trusting somehow in the goodness of life, in God, in something beyond myself."
Anyway, as I was saying, humanness is so complex. The complexity of my diverging emotions and desires, and the complexity of theirs. And the complexity of putting those all together.
I love being a mother. It's so challenging and draining, but it is so fulfulling to me. It gives me so much meaning, so much joy, so much.
I'll end with this quote from an article about a mother with a 17-year-old daughter going on her own. It reminds me everyday, that this is my chance, this is the time I have to nurture my children, teach them, smother them with love, imbibe goodness and purity and Krsna into them. This is my time. Ok. Here's the quote.
"I stood in the street, gripping my phone, feeling the way I'd felt when she was tiny and heading off to preschool for the first time, her backpack on her back, her hand in the hand of someone who wasn't me. I wanted to call her, tell her all the things I'd forgotten to say--the things she'd need to know when she found herself scared or lonely, the things that would make the difference between her having a happy life or a sad one. But it was too late. I'd had my chance. It was her time to discover her world on her own."
But when I returned into the house, I was so completely plagued by that mother's guilt. There have been so many times where I grudgingly gave the perfunctory 10th good-bye hug and kiss, or became frustrated with the neediness. And today I saw that all those time had such an effect on her, that she didn't trust that I would come, but assumed that I had turned around to go back inside not to put my shoes on. I just felt terrible.
Do mothers and children both internalize the worst? Mothers remembering all the times we slipped it and lost it on our children, conveniently forgetting the more than countless times we gave unceasingly to our children? And children remembering the same, all the times their mothers yelled and freaked out, and not the hugs and stories, the ice cream cones and library trips. It seems I'm being a little bit too generalizing. Of course we remember both, and of course we do internalize both. It just seems like I'm forever repentant for my mistakes.
My daughter just came into my room, excited about having heated up and served her own leftover noodles. She has ended her proclamation with giving me a hug and kiss. I know I've done a good job as a mother, the best I can and could. Sometimes I just wish I was perfect.
But, is there a perfect mother out there? A mother who regrets nothing, and is confident in every decision she's made? Is there? I think not. For we are raising human beings, not the perfect loaf of bread. And humanness is such a complex thing.
I'm turning 30 next week, and my children are 7 and 5, and their middle years of childhood are corresponding with my middle years of life. They are entering the stage of independence, and my sudden independence from them is staring me in the face. Of course I love the quiet mornings where I can eat breakfast in peace, chant, clean my house, do errands alone. But some days I have an ache in my heart for all the years with my little ones. I filled up my water jugs at Wal-mart today, and all I could hear in my inner thoughts were my children fighting over who gets to turn the tap on to fill the water up, and who gets to turn it off. Here I was peacefully getting water, and all I wanted was for my kids with me. I realized that that time where they want to help me with everything, and be with me always, is so short-lived. Of course how many mothers told me this how many times? Too many to count. It's the bittersweetness of motherhood. As Sue Monk Kidd, one of my favorite authors, wrote, "So much of parenting is negotiating endings, the unceasing process of disconnecting the strings that tie our children to us, preparing them for a life on their own. That has always been the ache and beauty of it for me--taking the deep breath and trusting somehow in the goodness of life, in God, in something beyond myself."
Anyway, as I was saying, humanness is so complex. The complexity of my diverging emotions and desires, and the complexity of theirs. And the complexity of putting those all together.
I love being a mother. It's so challenging and draining, but it is so fulfulling to me. It gives me so much meaning, so much joy, so much.
I'll end with this quote from an article about a mother with a 17-year-old daughter going on her own. It reminds me everyday, that this is my chance, this is the time I have to nurture my children, teach them, smother them with love, imbibe goodness and purity and Krsna into them. This is my time. Ok. Here's the quote.
"I stood in the street, gripping my phone, feeling the way I'd felt when she was tiny and heading off to preschool for the first time, her backpack on her back, her hand in the hand of someone who wasn't me. I wanted to call her, tell her all the things I'd forgotten to say--the things she'd need to know when she found herself scared or lonely, the things that would make the difference between her having a happy life or a sad one. But it was too late. I'd had my chance. It was her time to discover her world on her own."
Friday, January 23, 2009
Parental Love
Last Sunday I led the Sunday Feast arati kirtana. It was the first time I led that kirtana, but with Parijata's encouragement and enthusiasm I did it. It was nice to sing for Radha-Golokananda. Afterwards, my mother told me that she had called my father, who was working at the mall, and let him listen to the kirtana on her phone. She said he listened for 15 minutes.
I was so struck with the overwhelming love of parents for their children. I was actually taken aback by it, as if literally my heart was struck with this realization. I became so aware that I have no one in this world that loves me quite like my mother and father. They have a special kind of nurturing love, that I don't find anywhere else. I suddenly felt like their little girl again, and it dawned on me that though I have my own children, I am still their girl. And it also dawned on me that as parents we give unceasingly to our children without their adequate reciprocation, necessarily, or without their knowledge of our sacrifices or the deep well from which our love comes. Not until they grow up and have children of their own, do they get glimpses of those sacrifices and that love. And last Sunday was one of those glimpses for me, of that undying love and support and pride that my parents have for me. Because though I am a parent now, and I do think at times of my parents as parents, honestly I am so caught up in my own world of sacrifices that I don't often really appreciate that which my parents feel for me. But in that moment I got a peek, something that only they two share.
I was so struck with the overwhelming love of parents for their children. I was actually taken aback by it, as if literally my heart was struck with this realization. I became so aware that I have no one in this world that loves me quite like my mother and father. They have a special kind of nurturing love, that I don't find anywhere else. I suddenly felt like their little girl again, and it dawned on me that though I have my own children, I am still their girl. And it also dawned on me that as parents we give unceasingly to our children without their adequate reciprocation, necessarily, or without their knowledge of our sacrifices or the deep well from which our love comes. Not until they grow up and have children of their own, do they get glimpses of those sacrifices and that love. And last Sunday was one of those glimpses for me, of that undying love and support and pride that my parents have for me. Because though I am a parent now, and I do think at times of my parents as parents, honestly I am so caught up in my own world of sacrifices that I don't often really appreciate that which my parents feel for me. But in that moment I got a peek, something that only they two share.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A Day in My Life
I haven't written in over a week. I've gotten sucked into the Facebook world, and spend my extra free minutes on the computer, on there, and not here, writing.
It's been a busy week for me. Regulation is key to my sanity in life, and if I get a few things done, like chant in the morning, have dishes done and kitchen clean at night, fold laundry the day it's washed, and get to bed before 10:30pm I enjoy my life so much better. I'm busy, but I like it. I love being productive and creative.
Today I made 8-grain hot cereal for breakfast, packed lunches for my kids, ate breakfast with them, and then drove them to school. Oh yeah, eating breakfast is a really good thing for me to do. Then I went to a eurythmy class, which is movement/dance/language in space. I then taught my women's Bharata-natyam class at Radhanuga's. It was a great class, with everyone being responsive and focused. I then went to pick-up Karuna-mayi who I babysit while Mahamantra finishes up her teaching day at the Montessori school. My mother brought Venu home, so he and Karuna played while I ate lunch. Barley vegetable soup, salad, and a toasted bagel with brie cheese spread on it. Now I have my two kids over, plus three other kids over playing. I'm baking biscotti, my first time, and getting ready to make butternut squash gnocchi with sage butter, and roasted pepper soup. I love making italian food in my venetian plastered kitchen on my quartz countertops with my deep double sink and beautiful faucets. Oh, the timer just went off for my biscotti. Thank God for timers, or else I would have been in blogspot land burning my biscotti.
Ok, I've rambled, but at least I wrote. A year from now I'll read this, and enjoy remembering this day.
It's been a busy week for me. Regulation is key to my sanity in life, and if I get a few things done, like chant in the morning, have dishes done and kitchen clean at night, fold laundry the day it's washed, and get to bed before 10:30pm I enjoy my life so much better. I'm busy, but I like it. I love being productive and creative.
Today I made 8-grain hot cereal for breakfast, packed lunches for my kids, ate breakfast with them, and then drove them to school. Oh yeah, eating breakfast is a really good thing for me to do. Then I went to a eurythmy class, which is movement/dance/language in space. I then taught my women's Bharata-natyam class at Radhanuga's. It was a great class, with everyone being responsive and focused. I then went to pick-up Karuna-mayi who I babysit while Mahamantra finishes up her teaching day at the Montessori school. My mother brought Venu home, so he and Karuna played while I ate lunch. Barley vegetable soup, salad, and a toasted bagel with brie cheese spread on it. Now I have my two kids over, plus three other kids over playing. I'm baking biscotti, my first time, and getting ready to make butternut squash gnocchi with sage butter, and roasted pepper soup. I love making italian food in my venetian plastered kitchen on my quartz countertops with my deep double sink and beautiful faucets. Oh, the timer just went off for my biscotti. Thank God for timers, or else I would have been in blogspot land burning my biscotti.
Ok, I've rambled, but at least I wrote. A year from now I'll read this, and enjoy remembering this day.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Gratitude
Reading my new years post I couldn't help but hear the pessimistic chorus in my head, or that that I fear is out there in the blog world. The voices of mockery. "Yeah right, you can't possibly be that perfectly happy," I hear. Can such happy things really be happening to me? Sometimes I feel that it is in my devotee make-up to expect distress in this tragic material world, that something doesn't feel quite right if things are working in my favor. I feel like happiness and contentment are Maya's veil, and that I'm just not really realizing the distressing nature of this world which is dukhalayam ashashvatam, if I feel satisfied.
But as I ponder these thoughts, the voices of optimism and siddhanta actually speak through. A devotee only wants to serve, whether that is in the material world, heavenly planets, hell, or Goloka. Fear is what compels me to want to return to Goloka, to get out of this tragic place. But that is simply the desire for liberation, a palsy desire for one aspiring for prema. It is actually something so distasteful, that true bhakas spit on that desire. Actually, true devotees have Goloka consciousness, so that they are joyful and satisfied in whatever sphere they are in.
I don't ascribe to the thought that this world is simply a prison house, and we are all doomed from our one true sin. To me this sounds more like Christian thought, an Adam and Eve scenario.
So though my life feels ideal right now, I know at times distress will also be upon me. I also know that gratitude can keep me happy in whatever circumstance in life I am in. My life is what it is from grace. Gratitude for that grace is my right, my natural obligation. And when I put myself in a position of gratitude then I feel more happines, more abundance, more grace. I know that my blessings and good life are to be shared. How will I impact the sankirtana movement? How will I share my happiness and grace?
But as I ponder these thoughts, the voices of optimism and siddhanta actually speak through. A devotee only wants to serve, whether that is in the material world, heavenly planets, hell, or Goloka. Fear is what compels me to want to return to Goloka, to get out of this tragic place. But that is simply the desire for liberation, a palsy desire for one aspiring for prema. It is actually something so distasteful, that true bhakas spit on that desire. Actually, true devotees have Goloka consciousness, so that they are joyful and satisfied in whatever sphere they are in.
I don't ascribe to the thought that this world is simply a prison house, and we are all doomed from our one true sin. To me this sounds more like Christian thought, an Adam and Eve scenario.
So though my life feels ideal right now, I know at times distress will also be upon me. I also know that gratitude can keep me happy in whatever circumstance in life I am in. My life is what it is from grace. Gratitude for that grace is my right, my natural obligation. And when I put myself in a position of gratitude then I feel more happines, more abundance, more grace. I know that my blessings and good life are to be shared. How will I impact the sankirtana movement? How will I share my happiness and grace?
Friday, January 2, 2009
2009
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Happy 2009!!!
I am very excited about this year. A new year is motivating for me, I feel like it's a clean slate, and opportunity to see the year ahead and what I want accomplished. Here is my list of resolutions that I wrote yesterday on the airplane coming home from a vacation in Wisconsin.
*Budget my income and keep track of my expenses.
*Personal sadhana everday.
*Send cards and/or call my extended family on their birthdays.
*Do not gossip about people.
*Once a month invite people from my community for dinner.
*Blog at least twice a week.
*Regulation, evening home program, grocery shopping day.
*Dinner menu made for the week.
*Save money each month for travel fund and emergency fund
*Donate each month to Gurumaharaj
Things that I want to happen in 2009
*Grand-opening of dance studio
*Fundraiser dance recital with the whole school
*Go to San Fransisco and L.A. Ratha-yatras and 20th Anniversary Gurukula Reunion
*Get uniforms and new costumes for dance school
*Get t-shirts and hand bags with dance school logo made for fundraising.
*Have a girls dance camp this summer
*Have vegetable, herb, and flower gardens at home.
*Help create an inspired, attractive, and dynamic New Goloka community.
I wrote a list of things I wanted to do in 2008 and am going to assess how I did. Making resolutions at the new year is only powerful in so much that those resolutions are acted upon.
*be more conscious of my impact on the environment (don't buy plastic, find out where the stuff I buy is from, buy more locally, walk when I can, grow more of my own food)
I eliminated using plastic or paper bags at grocery stores. In the summer I worked for Ramdas so that I could get organic, locally grown produce. I am more aware of how much stuff I use is from China. I don't walk places very much at all. I drive a lot, and shopping locally, ironically, is too expensive for me.
* get up early and chant before kids awake
I have wanted to do this for about 8-years now, and it is one of the hardest things for me, early rising. Until I go to bed at 9:00 or 9:30pm, I won't be able to rise as early as I would like.
* keep in touch with long distance friends
Myspace and facebook have helped with this. Calling and talking personally is much nicer though. I'd like to do that more often.
* study scripture regularly
I did read the first volume of C.C. last year. Not regularly though.
* have family home morning program
Not very successful.
* do yoga
:0(
* take my vitamins everyday
I got a weekly pill container, and did take my vitamins most days.
* drink lots of water
Lots is too ambiguous.
* buy fresh flowers for our Deities every week
Did not do this.
* plan out dinner menus for the week
Oh, here it is again. My constant desire for menu plans.
* have one birth doula client a month
I had four births last year, definitely not one a month. But I did get my postpartum doula training, and got hired by Triangle Mothercare, a postpartum company.
* start going to dance classes for myself in Greensboro
I did do this, but now the roles have changed. I go to Greensboro once a week, but now to teach.
* have a girls party/outing at least once every two months with girlfriends
I'm still sorely wanting this.
* take a class for myself twice this year (pottery, expressive writing, or photography)
No classes. Still want to do photography, and now quilting too.
* be kind
I try.
* don't gossip or criticize others
Again here it is. Working on that.
And lastly here are the highlights of 2008 for me. It was a great year. I feel so blessed to be in Caitanya Mahaprabhu's Sankirtana movement, to have the opportunity to serve Sri Sri Radha-Golokananda and Srila Prabhupada at the New Goloka temple, to have a spiritually accessible Guru, to have an amazing group of friends, to have a loyal, kind and supportive family, and abundance, health, and beauty in my life.
Here are the highlights, the memorable events that I'd like to look back on when thinking about 2008.
The opening of the Gaura Vijay Mandir at my Gurumaharaj's Audarya Ashram.
Having a family reunion on my father's side of the family.
Chosing Emerson Waldorf School as my childrens' school, and feeling so happy, settled, and pleased with their teachers, surroundings, and education. It is a true blessing, as their education is a huge commitment and worry for me.
Visiting Kansas and seeing Kristina, and my devotee family in Lawrence, and seeing my dance teacher Hema Sharma in Wichita was awesome. Cooking for the wedding there with my father as a father/daughter team was also amazing.
Teaching at the Artscenter summer camp, and holding 3 of my own summer dance camps.
All of Prema Natya Vidyalaya's dance performances for the year, particularly Dasavatara on Nrisinghadeva's Appearance Day, and Damodarastakam for Govardhana Puja.
Buying our first house and renovating, painting, and decorating it. We love it!
Nandulal's birth was a magical day for me.
Starting the "It Takes a Village" afterschool program is something that is very close to my heart, and to see the children all learning about Krsna and serving together is so special.
Falling in love with my husband, again.
Cheers to an amazing new year!
I am very excited about this year. A new year is motivating for me, I feel like it's a clean slate, and opportunity to see the year ahead and what I want accomplished. Here is my list of resolutions that I wrote yesterday on the airplane coming home from a vacation in Wisconsin.
*Budget my income and keep track of my expenses.
*Personal sadhana everday.
*Send cards and/or call my extended family on their birthdays.
*Do not gossip about people.
*Once a month invite people from my community for dinner.
*Blog at least twice a week.
*Regulation, evening home program, grocery shopping day.
*Dinner menu made for the week.
*Save money each month for travel fund and emergency fund
*Donate each month to Gurumaharaj
Things that I want to happen in 2009
*Grand-opening of dance studio
*Fundraiser dance recital with the whole school
*Go to San Fransisco and L.A. Ratha-yatras and 20th Anniversary Gurukula Reunion
*Get uniforms and new costumes for dance school
*Get t-shirts and hand bags with dance school logo made for fundraising.
*Have a girls dance camp this summer
*Have vegetable, herb, and flower gardens at home.
*Help create an inspired, attractive, and dynamic New Goloka community.
I wrote a list of things I wanted to do in 2008 and am going to assess how I did. Making resolutions at the new year is only powerful in so much that those resolutions are acted upon.
*be more conscious of my impact on the environment (don't buy plastic, find out where the stuff I buy is from, buy more locally, walk when I can, grow more of my own food)
I eliminated using plastic or paper bags at grocery stores. In the summer I worked for Ramdas so that I could get organic, locally grown produce. I am more aware of how much stuff I use is from China. I don't walk places very much at all. I drive a lot, and shopping locally, ironically, is too expensive for me.
* get up early and chant before kids awake
I have wanted to do this for about 8-years now, and it is one of the hardest things for me, early rising. Until I go to bed at 9:00 or 9:30pm, I won't be able to rise as early as I would like.
* keep in touch with long distance friends
Myspace and facebook have helped with this. Calling and talking personally is much nicer though. I'd like to do that more often.
* study scripture regularly
I did read the first volume of C.C. last year. Not regularly though.
* have family home morning program
Not very successful.
* do yoga
:0(
* take my vitamins everyday
I got a weekly pill container, and did take my vitamins most days.
* drink lots of water
Lots is too ambiguous.
* buy fresh flowers for our Deities every week
Did not do this.
* plan out dinner menus for the week
Oh, here it is again. My constant desire for menu plans.
* have one birth doula client a month
I had four births last year, definitely not one a month. But I did get my postpartum doula training, and got hired by Triangle Mothercare, a postpartum company.
* start going to dance classes for myself in Greensboro
I did do this, but now the roles have changed. I go to Greensboro once a week, but now to teach.
* have a girls party/outing at least once every two months with girlfriends
I'm still sorely wanting this.
* take a class for myself twice this year (pottery, expressive writing, or photography)
No classes. Still want to do photography, and now quilting too.
* be kind
I try.
* don't gossip or criticize others
Again here it is. Working on that.
And lastly here are the highlights of 2008 for me. It was a great year. I feel so blessed to be in Caitanya Mahaprabhu's Sankirtana movement, to have the opportunity to serve Sri Sri Radha-Golokananda and Srila Prabhupada at the New Goloka temple, to have a spiritually accessible Guru, to have an amazing group of friends, to have a loyal, kind and supportive family, and abundance, health, and beauty in my life.
Here are the highlights, the memorable events that I'd like to look back on when thinking about 2008.
The opening of the Gaura Vijay Mandir at my Gurumaharaj's Audarya Ashram.
Having a family reunion on my father's side of the family.
Chosing Emerson Waldorf School as my childrens' school, and feeling so happy, settled, and pleased with their teachers, surroundings, and education. It is a true blessing, as their education is a huge commitment and worry for me.
Visiting Kansas and seeing Kristina, and my devotee family in Lawrence, and seeing my dance teacher Hema Sharma in Wichita was awesome. Cooking for the wedding there with my father as a father/daughter team was also amazing.
Teaching at the Artscenter summer camp, and holding 3 of my own summer dance camps.
All of Prema Natya Vidyalaya's dance performances for the year, particularly Dasavatara on Nrisinghadeva's Appearance Day, and Damodarastakam for Govardhana Puja.
Buying our first house and renovating, painting, and decorating it. We love it!
Nandulal's birth was a magical day for me.
Starting the "It Takes a Village" afterschool program is something that is very close to my heart, and to see the children all learning about Krsna and serving together is so special.
Falling in love with my husband, again.
Cheers to an amazing new year!
Monday, June 23, 2008
new blog
Ok, so much for my enthusiastic dedication to writing. The fire has since died, and life has swept me in her grip. I've travelled to Alachua, FL, Washinton D.C., and Kansas, since my last blog. Summer has spun through, and my days are spent outdoors, tending my garden, swimming with my kids, reading at the library. I'm enjoying the freedom of summer, and haven't had time much on the computer. But, my love for writing has not dimmished, I trust you my friends.
But, I did start a new blog for my dance school.
Check it out and tell me what you think.
premanatyaschool.blogspot.com
But, I did start a new blog for my dance school.
Check it out and tell me what you think.
premanatyaschool.blogspot.com
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