Yesterday, our seasonal arrival at the "summer place." There's enormous privilege in having two homes, one in a city I've always loved, and one in a place imbued with its own green magic.
Unpacking takes only an hour or two after our long-habitual transitions. But most important this morning was setting up the garden shrine dedicated to God Knows Who.
Placing the statue of Ganesh on the grid of a few loose bricks. The stones for the Four Directions. The bronze cross I salvaged from a house that was about to be demolished. The Shiva Lingam.
God Knows Why I'm paying reverence here to God Knows Who.
What I do know: when I'm lighting a cone of incense or a cube of camphor in one of the little unglazed clay lamps, I come into a state of integration. When I ring the brass temple bell that a beloved brother gifted to me last summer, my mind, my heart, my cock, my soul all work together in this little act of reverence toward the One Who Hears. I'm whole. I'm present. I'm comforted.
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