Spiritual Sundays

7 Apr

The Boy and I, by virtue of living in crunchy granola California, have turned increasingly spiritual and high-minded. Afloat on an ocean of good intentions and noblesse, we invite you to share this beautiful, light-radiant journey with us as we experience it each Sunday:

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Our first act of worship feeds the soul (and other assorted body parts). Gently-poached eggs rest calmly upon a pair of perfect crabcakes, drizzled with hollandaise and a smidgen of paprika. Completing the holy trinity is a side of herbed potatoes that can be best described as divine. The benediction virtually spills out of us and far in the distance, angels tune their harps.

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Consider it your fabulous fortune that you are about to be enlightened: Did you know Zoroastrians in India worship 3 grades of fire at 2 different kinds of fire temples? Agyaris, temples of the lesser fire, are places of worship where the fire consists of only 11 different varieties (from the homes of artisans, farmers, soldiers and civil servants, priests, etc.) Atash Behrams, temples of the greater fire, house a perenially-burning entity (as does an Agyari) that is the combination of 16 unique fires. Why am I sharing this today? Because the picture above is our version of an Agyari. Prostrating before Tiffany-blue platters and paying homage to lemon-print cushions, the Boy and I worship Our Lady of Immaculate Homesteads.

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Our next pilgrimage takes us to this vibrant green wood, a good indication of afterlife beauty. The hum of humanity falls away, and all at once, we are enveloped in A Great Calm. Here, we rest on this bench and ponder Questions of Significance. Like whether we should have ordered one pancake less that morning. Or whether almonds should be coated in dark chocolate or caramel. If our stomachs weren’t that loaded, we would feel our souls levitate.

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Turning our attention to more earthly pursuits, we gaze upon the wonder of this valley. Deer watch us from a distance, and so pious are we that not once do we discuss the venison cutlets at the Rendezvous in Pondicherry. Somewhere beyond those purple-hazed mountains lies an abbey that I would run into after trilling about hills and music and my heart wanting to sing every song it hears.

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At the entrance of our favorite forest, we take a moment to breathe. Heady from the oxygen-and-pine-needles high, we resemble whirling dervishes, spinning our sins away. Our veneration, friends, is about to get intense.

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The forest floor greets us, an emerald ocean of universal compassion, swathing us in its cool, unjudging love. It is the natural equivalent of the Hugging Amma, and we demonstrate obeisance by furiously capturing it for posterity. This is one deity that must grace our humble home.

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Presently, we chance upon a stream, and proceed to wash away our sins by wiggling toes and splashing each other’s sinful faces. Did you know we need to wash before we enter the inner sanctum of an Agyari or Atash Behram? For every cleanliness-obsessed Parsi, there are three rules on how to scrub behind the ears. Heaven seems just around the bend, as we are tempted to float on our backs and sail away to a parallel plane, where our spirit guides dole out personalized M&Ms in silvery gauze gift bags.

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But then, gentle reader, we chance upon this. And our wretched spirits soar to the tops of these cloud-cossetted trees, awed by this magical Land of Wishing Trees, and never mind the mixed Blyton references, have you ever seen a 5’9″ woman this dwarfed??? Even as our bodies shrink and our souls expand, we whisper gratitude into the ether and thank the universe for landing us plonk in the middle of this paradise.  Newly awash in this unique redwood incense, we turn homeward, blessed for being able to choose our definition of spirituality, and for this, the best of Sundays.

 

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8 Responses to “Spiritual Sundays”

  1. revathipanicker April 7, 2014 at 7:23 am #

    Love, love, the last picture! I am getting on my wishing chair, NOW.

  2. myfourboysandme April 9, 2014 at 2:07 am #

    Lovely post OJ…transcendental almost!

  3. Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad April 9, 2014 at 1:22 pm #

    Loved your spiritual experience right from palate-worship to scenic pilgrimage! :)

  4. Orange Jammies April 9, 2014 at 1:44 pm #

    revathi: Yay! :)

    myfourboysandme: ;) I was telling your hubby the other day that you guys absolutely need to move here. All these open spaces and ready access to nature would be amazing for the boys.

    DFSK: Glad. :) Share if you have one of your own?

  5. Aunty G April 10, 2014 at 2:41 am #

    More than harps, it seems like trumpets
    Announcing crunchy crabcake crumpets
    Window shopping
    Parkbench stopping
    Colossal curtains come after clover carpets!

  6. Orange Jammies April 15, 2014 at 9:47 pm #

    Aunty G: There is peace, there is fun
    There’s something for everyone
    I urge folks not to miss
    This perfect slice of bliss
    Deliciously heaven-spun!

  7. Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad April 17, 2014 at 9:10 am #

    Since you asked if I had a similar experience of my own, I remembered later that this might qualify as one: http://dfsk.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/dead-silent/ :)

  8. Orange Jammies May 5, 2014 at 10:13 pm #

    DFSK: Wow! Death Valley’s on my list of places to visit. Thanks for sharing!

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