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An Inevitable Occasion
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Several days ago I chanted one round of japa with a group of ladies and I suddenly became conscious of the moment of my death. One day death will come, just as my 28th birthday came this year. Just as there’s this strange jump of time to ten years ago when I was 18, I felt this jump in time to those moments when I’m leaving this world.

Inevitably, that day will come.

All that mattered was the holy name. I felt so loved unconditionally. Even though all of these offenses that can be committed to the holy name are there in my heart, somehow none of them mattered at the time of death. NONE of them. None. Krishna was there for me. It was an amazing experience how the holy name was all that existed and I felt safe.

I had no idea what was coming next, but that was okay. I felt no fear. I felt so loved, that was the surprising thing. No matter what I’d done or said or in my life, Krishna’s holy name was there. If at my time of death I can chant the holy name, then my life is complete.

And if I can’t chant, the holy name will come for me.

“My dear Lord Krishna, how will it be possible for me to remember You at the time of death, when my throat will be choked up with mucus, bile, and air? O my Lord, may I leave this world at this very moment when I am healthy and conscious; let the royal swan of my mind enter the tangled stems of the lotus of Your feet.” – Prayers by King Kulashekhara


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Little Pot to Big Pot
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On our third day of the Radha Krishna Camp in Brazil, I asked the group of 19 teenage girls, “So what quality do you all want to develop as a group today?”

We broke up into two smaller groups to discuss. In the group I was in, one girl mentioned how everyone seems to be in their own little groups. She formed her hands into a circle, “A panelinha,” she said.

“Panelinha?”

“It means ‘clique,'” said the girl who was translating.

“Oh really?” I lifted my brows.

“Yes, it means ‘little pot,'”

I laughed. Then all the girls laughed to see that I got it. Oh yes, I thought to myself, there were many little pots simmering on the stove of this Camp. 

“Let’s be more open,” the first girl explained in Portuguese, and other girls nodded in assent. Ultimately, all of the girls agreed to explore being open today.

The analogy became a running joke – any time there were little groups of girls, some would yell out, “panelinha, panelinha!!” and either break it up or say, “Hey, wanna join my panelinha?”

With each day, the fire became hotter and hotter in this camp. What can one expect when you get 19 girls all living in the same house day after day? We were serving each other prasad every day, getting up early for morning programs, we rode horses, hiked, offered a performance at a senior home, we had a dance party… Let’s just say that many tears were shed – from pain in the body, pain in the heart, from gratitude, and from joy.

The final morning of the camp, we each offered appreciation for one other person. When the meeting concluded, spontaneously everyone moved throughout the room, embracing each other, tears flowing and flowing. From my years of saying goodbye on Bus Tours, I knew that never again would we all be in the same room again.

I didn’t say anything, only looked each girl in the eyes and felt my heart overflow. What an insane adventure.

We had transformed from a bunch of panelinhas to one panelón – little pot to big pot. 

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That´s a Wrap!
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2014, what a year! Only one day left. What’s gone down in the past 364 days? 
Flew into Hawaii to spend time with my parents
my parent’s deities, Sri Radha Raman

 Honolulu Rathayatra!

Ghanashyam came to Hawaii in February to seek blessings from my parents

I moved to upstate New York with the wonderful Mother Kaulini while I did my Yoga Teacher Training with Raghunath and Sondra
from beaches to snow!
Yoga Teacher Training

I got to live next door to Satsvarupa Maharaj for several months

dressing Satsvarupa Maharaj´s Gaura Nitai deities

visits to New York City and Sri Radha Murlidhara

spring is in the air 

moved to Brooklyn New York

Got accepted into the Master´s in Education program at Brooklyn College

a bridesmaid at the wedding of my dear friend Syama (photo by Sharon)

Kartik in New York (photo by Francesca)
taught an 8-week course in kirtan with 14 sincere students
Christmas spirit in New York
One year of being together
 I write this now in Sao Paulo Brazil, as I am here for Kirtan Fest. I am realizing that this year has been challenging and blessed in a thousand ways. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, in every way.
May the holy name ring in a rockin´ 2015!   
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