“This… is my classroom,” I swung open the metal door and stepped inside. My friend Rukmini followed. We both stood in the sunwashed Middle School English Language Arts room on the second floor of St. Brigid School, the colorful posters that festooned…
Author Archives: Bhakti lata
Refining My Gifts
I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You
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Like a river flowssurely to the seadarling so it goessome thingsare meant to be…I can’t help falling in love with you. I’m on the subway, listening to this song, and in the darkness of my closed eyelids, a glowing image emerges.And while yes, th…
The Folded-Palms Thingy
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*pseudonymThe stampede of students flew down the stairs – the end of the school day had arrived. “Hey, Mrs. Caruso,” Charles*, an 8th grade student, called out to me with a grin, breezing past, “you have 180 youtube subscribers!””Wait, what? I do?” I r…
Vyasa Puja Offering 2018
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Radhanath Swami Vyasa Puja Offering, 2018 Once upon a time there was a little oyster who lived with her colony along the coral reef off the coast of Tahiti. The colony was growing and thriving amid the swirling, brilliant turquoise ocean, where stream…
Me, At the Core
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I am teaching my students how to write a five-paragraph essay. Because I work at a private Catholic school, I get to bring up God all the time. The special feature of Catholic schools is that people from all walks of life attend this institution. For t…
A Reflection on Friendship
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I have lived and traveled in a plethora of places in the world, and what stands out to me no matter where I’ve been is the amazing connections I’ve made with beautiful women and awesome men of all ages, races, nationalities, languages, and backgrounds….
Closet Catholic
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I entered the church and the vaulted ceilings lifted my breath and my gaze and my mind.Inhale. Exhale. The morning light filtered through the high windows and stained glass. Warm pools of light illuminated wooden pews, cream-colored pillars, …
My First Love
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When I was 11, I sketched a self portrait with the thought bubble emanating from my forehead:Should I be a scientist?Or a singer?I find it fascinating that I felt inspired at that age to pursue a musical career when the extent of my singing was to burs…
Touchdown!
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My husband has an amazing capacity to receive love.He’s a wide receiver.No, literally, he’s a wide receiver. As in, one of these:Now, I had no idea what a wide receiver was before I got married to one. In fact, I attempted to understand American footba…
Soul Passion
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The man’s head was bowed and his hands held slender wooden drumsticks. His hands tapped out rhythm, his foot pounded the bass drum, the sound filled the crowded subway platform.My eyes drew like magnets to the sticks that flew in blurs from one drum an…
An Old Friend
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“The bus is only two stops away, honey,” Ghanashyam said, glancing at his phone. “I’ve got to go.””Yes, yes, coming!” I poured hot soup into my husband’s thermos and twisted on a cap with shaking hands. I slid the thermos into his lunchbox and handed i…
Tree of Trust
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The leaves were a brilliant green in the park when I made my way to St. Brigid’s School for an internship interview. I was early, so I wound my way over to the majestic Prabhupad Tree, whose proud trunk and towering plume of branches and leaves extende…
Goose Fable
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A Goose Fablea story in honor of my spiritual teacher, Radhanath Swami Once upon a time there was a young gosling. She would waddle around on the ground with her fellow geese, and there were even elder geese who waddled everywhere they needed to g…
Krishna Kid
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The rhythm of the mridanga drum is in my bones. The harmonium is an extension of my hand. The Hare Krishna mantra runs through my veins.In the morning I swim in a bikini. In the evening I dance in a sari. I pack for an international trip in two days, I…
The Magic Will Follow (Part 4 of 4)
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When at last we all met up again, my friends said that they wanted to go to the temple of Radha Raman. Although Radha Raman was on my list of places to go, I hesitated because I still had much more shopping to do. But if I didn’t go to Radha Raman toda…
Tingly Prayers (Part 3 of 4)
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When I left Prabhupad’s rooms, I ran into a girl I’ve known for several years now, her name is Indulekha. I got to connect in with the friends she was traveling with, as well as her mother.We all ended up having lunch together at the MVT restaurant. At…
Let Me Love the Way You Love (Part 2 of 4)
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After chanting, my mind was razor sharp and I blazed through my accounting.When I made my final calculation, I put down my pen and picked up my japa bag and headed down to visit the rooms of Srila Prabhupad. Whenever Srila Prabhupad came to Vrinda…
Vrindavan Magic, Part 1 of 4
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The sun rose on the eastern horizon. My taxi wound onward and onward through tiny villages of thatched huts and hand-painted advertisements towards the holy land of Vrindavan.Five years. Five years had spun by since I had last come to Vrindavan. My hea…
Empty
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I feel empty and void, and no matter how much love I’m given, it never fills the hole in my heart. It’s like a cancer, eating away at me. I understand that philosophically, that hole in my heart is Krishna, and I’m looking for Krishna’s love. Still, it…
Valentine Prayer
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“For the living, death is certain; for the dead, birth is certain.” – Bhagavad GitaRadhanath Swami wants his students to learn how to serve someone who is dying. So he asked Barbara Slaine and Henry Weiss to please allow those who serve at The Bhakti C…
Tell It
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I walked into a classroom filled with little children all busily working in groups.”Welcome!” said the teacher with a smile. “You’re here for observation, right? To see if you want the job as a part-time teacher? Well, you can take this group here in t…
Dissolved Barriers
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I know that man, I thought, looking at an elderly man with short, gray hair. His history within the Hare Krishna movement is dark.The 24 Hour Kirtan in New Vrindavan had commenced, and whorls of people surrounded the kirtan party. A bitter taste c…
Throwdown with Fear
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Just beyond the pools of light, the wall of black began and continued on for eternity. Fanged wolves and slithering snakes lurked just beyond my vision.At night in my room when the night swallowed up the world, just outside the window could be a thief….
Open Heart
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Tonight the weight of the world settled on my shoulders.I walked out of yoga class heavy, burdened. The class was lovely, but whenever I take a yoga class the physical moves seem to open up the metaphysical heart.So when my heart opened, the burden set…
I’m Not Alone
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I had wanted to get married since I was a young girl. But I reeeeally wanted to get married for about five years straight.I prayed.I waited.I asked for advice.I read books. Lots of ’em.I wrote letters and lists and petitions to Krishna.I cried. A lot. …
Twine of Grace
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One twig snaps with a flick of the fingers.A bundle of twigs is near impossible to break.This is my meditation as I prepare for my wedding. Both Ghanashyam and I understand that marriage in this day and age can snap with a flick of pain and hardship. W…
Bookworm
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I eat books for breakfast.As a teenager, I used to camp out in bookstores for hours and hours at a time, losing myself among the maze of shelves. I would read sitting on the floor until my bum would ache. When the final Harry Potter book came out, I bo…
odd invitation
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I rose to my feet, my thighs protesting from the long hours of sitting. I had to kind of double over like I was a lady with crickety joints just to allow my legs to get feeling again.The crowds had emptied from the templeroom this morning. Only two peo…
I Am Here
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I woke up at 5am and checked my email and Facebook. I know, lovely way to start the day, right? Well in fact, it was lovely! I read an email that offered personal growth wisdom. Facebook was brimming with beautiful news and pictures – awards for my fri…
The Cost of Love
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“Okay Maddalena, we love you. We’re praying for you,” I said. I gave one last wave. My future mother-in-law was lying on a hospital bed, dressed in a blue gown. She smiled, but I could see the tense lines around her eyes.Maddalena waved back with her f…
Inspire – to Breathe
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Drip drops of rain pattered on my windshield. I careened around the corners of mountains, twisting the steering wheel, lost in thought. Music blasted from speakers and every so often I tapped my thigh in rhythm.The rain softened, then faded away and th…
Soul Surfer
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Please accept my heartfelt respects. All glories to our beloved Srila Prabhupad.
Surfing is one of those rare sports where the conditions are left up to the mysterious ways of Mother Earth. One needs a clean, solid wave to surf, and this is dependent upon so many factors such as the wind, floor depth, the moon’s position, and so on. So when the surf is up in Hawaii, it is not uncommon for locals to call out from work and head out to the ocean with their surfboards. Hardcore surfers are always searching for the perfect wave, simply because it’s so unpredictable.
There is a term “soul surfer,” which means that although these surfers may enter competitions, they do not only aim to win. Soul surfing suggests that there is a deeper motive and even spirituality to waiting for the perfect wave and riding an energy that is beyond one’s power.
Today, on your Vyasa Puja, I am meditating how the ocean is the Lord, the waves are His grace, and you are a soul surfer. I experience you as a rare soul who has left behind what you “should” do and answered the call of the Lord, wherever His call has lead you. You have crisscrossed the world countless times, often suffering so much physically. I believe I speak for everyone here that when we hear that you are sick and in pain, our hearts break. And yet your soul calls you on, the Lord calls you on. Your eyes are trained to your own heart, to Sri Radha Gopinath, to Srila Prabhupad, always waiting, always waiting for the moment that the surf is up, the moment that They call you. And when the time comes, you answer. I sense that They trust you so deeply to answer Their call that They have begun to call you more and more, in service of Truth and Love.
Today I am deeply inspired by your example, the way in which you live your life with surrender, both waiting for grace as well as responding to the call. I once saw a father teaching his son how to surf – the little boy was on the board, and when a gentle wave would come, the father would maneuver the board into place, stand up, and pull the little boy up with him. In this way, I feel that you have brought me along this path of grace, pulling me up when I have no strength and no idea what I’m doing. Ever kind, ever patient, you are teaching me through your love, strength, and example how to answer the call of the Lord.
May this year be filled with many, many waves of grace.
With love, respect, and gratitude,
Bhakti lata dasi
Visit to the Temple
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I am back in Hawaii with my parents for some time before I get married. Hawaii is my monastery, a place of quiet, a place where I go deep within. It’s just me and my parents here – temples and devotees and festivals are very far away. As a young t…
Perfect Flavor
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The process to serve and be served sanctified food with love is called “honoring prasad” in the classical Vaishnava spiritual tradition. I personally consider it to be the culmination of culture and service. I learned this art in my studies in Mayapur,…
Lower the Mask
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– Shel SilversteinI used to lose my voice a lot. I would lose it especially when I wanted to express myself the most. I have been on nine traveling youth bus tours and on eight of those tours inevitably I would lose my voice. At times my throat hurt to…
Day 11: Mysterious Wish
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(To know more about this Duet, click here. We have switched and now I am writing first, Rukmini doing art in response. You can check out more of Rukmini’s work here. ) Art & Words Duet: Day 11 The Return Part Three – Mysterious …
Day 10: Setting Sun
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(To know more about this Duet, click here. We have switched and now I am writing first, Rukmini doing art in response.) Art & Words Duet: Day 10 The Return Part Two – Setting Sun(Note: this piece is fiction)India was a trip. Lit…
Surreal Conversation
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(To know more about this Duet, click here. We have switched and now I am writing first, Rukmini doing art in response.) Art & Words Duet: Day 9 The Return Part One – Surreal Conversation(Note: this is a fiction piece)My dad used…
Flower Whispers
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(To know more about this Duet, click here. We have switched and now I am writing first, Rukmini doing art in response.)Art & Words Duet: Day 8Flower Whispersslender and graceful with flared petals, like a lady going to a ballfireworks of color…
Beloved
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(To know more about this Duet, click here. We have switched and now I am writing first, Rukmini doing art in response.)Art and Words Duet: Day 7BelovedFor years upon yearsI searched for The OneI cried many tearsand on the years spunI looked inside…