Another beautiful, perfect day in the desert. Sunday was Hanuman’s birthday, and there were so many magical, synchronistic moments.  Here were the standouts for me: seeing Gwendolyn from Sean Johnson and the Wild Lotus Band playing in a drum circle outside the cafeteria; soul kirtan mama C.C.White gettin’ down with her bad self singing “Kirtan Feels Good”; chanting “Baba Hanuman” with Shantala as the sun was setting in the desert; Wah!, a glowing figure in yellow with her red scarf blowing in the breeze, serenely chanting as bodies danced in the darkness, the full moon rising behind her — a moon symbolic of fruition.

I’m home, and it’s time to wash the desert dust from my clothes. But as I remember the soft eyes & smiling faces of the people who were there with me this weekend, the loving, open-hearted spirit of Bhakti Fest continues to live and grow.  We are  better for last weekend, and  the world is better. Until September.

Hari Bol!