So I put on my Mozart sonatas (the CD remains in my computer) looked again at the love vine growing in the window behind Swami's altar (it has yet to bloom the little pink flowers which look and feel like kisses) AND SIT AND WAIT THE THE BLOG TO ASSEND.
My sister suggested I write about the wonderful delightful green of the entire landscape around here. It's hurricane season, you know, but instead of hurricanes we have these gorgeous afternoon rains every day.
When I first came two situations had devastated the gardens here in St. Pete. They had had a terrible freeze last year and almost everywhere you looked there were tall dead trees and bushes making it look like a vast cometary. Besides that there had been a ...oh God how can I even pretend to write anything when even the simplest words have disappeared from my mind. Oh now I remember....a drought! Yes, drought as in the condition of this pathetic brain of mine. Well anyway.... between the drought and the freeze hardly anything was left (inside, after having to leave my precious India and outside)
Ah but the Cosmic Mother is now rectifying the abysmal condition of the landscape with her afternoon showers. Sometimes a slow kindly rain will drizzle all night accompanied by lightning. I told you it's the lightning capital of the world, didn't I? Anyway there have been such glorious nurturing rains that you can almost see the plants coming back to life and then growing beyond. Everything is growing and my sister's philosophy is to 'let go, let God' Between every two bricks, between the steps, the rocks and rills, between gates and doors, windows and on trellises, things are growing. They almost shout in happiness not only to be alive again but to be expanding and spreading their tendrils here and there. Who could bear to pull out the little weeds and pretty 'volunteers' seeking a chance to grow.
I suppose one of these days the craziness must end and the bushes and hedges will have to be in their proper boundaries, but not now. The untamed happiness is everywhere and really you can see the love vine stretching, twisting and grasping.
As you may know, I was a writer of children's books at the ashram. The occupation sort of runs in my family so much so that when someone asked me prior to traveling to India in 1974, what I would do with my time, I said I would write like my sister, brother, mother and father. I choose to write for children because I thought no self respecting grown=up would waste their time with my scribbles. Not entirely correct as even now I think there are three or four books for sale in the Trust Book store bearing my name.
It's been a tumultuous time, this past year and I haven't written anything but this blog This morning, however, a vague outline of a plot came to me after meditation. For years I created an alternative world for myself with my 'Bala Devi Adventure Books.' Bala Devi is a nine year old girl child who actually does live in the Brahmananda Purana. I thought that she was so wonderful and brave and good that (without asking her mother, the Goddess permission) I grabbed her and wrote 9 books about her adventures in India. Althought the last one takes place in USA. My higher self must have known that Swami would bring me here before I even had an idea myself that He would. Never mind.
Anyway I think I'll write this next book about another Avatar....Lord Ganesha!! I think He would get along swimmingly here in Florida. Don'r worry though none of this has anything to do with those of us forced into the position of having to 'come and go' rather than remaining in paradise with God. Our only wish now is to return to Prasanthi without this cumbersome body and never again to leave those Lotus Feet, the very life giving source of bliss.
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