Fourteen years ago today I was immersed in the beginning of the biggest quest of my life. I was  was participating in the inaugural events of The Dhyanapeetam Anandeshwara Temple in Delaware, Ohio. Swamiji, an enlightened master, had come from India to not only bless and consecrate North America's first Nithyananda Temple, but to teach us all the rituals of prana pratishta and running of a temple. 

Swamiji blessed us, the Temple, the city of Delaware, and the deities who resided in the temple from that day onward.  ​

After fracturing my elbow on Thursday I had a huge bursting desire to paint. I had never painted and so was hesitating, thinking I needed to take lessons. A friend suggested skipping the lessons and just putting color on paper. Brian brought home an easel, brushes and acrylic paints and I was off.

The energy waned with the need to rest my arm and sleep, but today I one handedly dragged out the easel, cardboard, paints and brushes. I just started painting the colors that were bursting to come out, and before long an inner knot started to unwind and emerge; This Kavi is Mine!

There is a day when spring arrives, when she demands that you open your windows and let her in. The cool fresh air cleanses and renews all the winter stuffiness. You have to keep your sweaters on, as it is not yet warm enough for open windows, but it can't be helped. It is a time of awakening and new promises. It is the time when the flowering quince bursts forth in blooms. In 1985 it was the first time I opened my home for Brian.