Monthly Archives: November 2012

Moon through the Beech Tree

Last night I was out for a late dog walk and came around the corner to see the almost full moon shining through the Beech tree.  I was literally stopped in my tracks by the beauty and simplicity.  Always take your camera!

 

 

Naptime in Indian School

Lately I have been recovering from Post Viral Fatigue.  Every day I have to take a nap which lately has been reminding me of my time working at a school / hostel in India where the younger girls have their nap every day on these wooden tables.  Here they are just waking up.  At night they sleep on the thin blue pads piled in the back.  American volunteers painted the colorful mural on the wall of their hostel.  I am grateful not to have my nap on a table!

 

Orphan girls in Varanasi, India, wake up from their naps in a colorful school with compassionate murals painted by volunteers.

 

 

 

 

 

Chhath Puja, Varanasi, India

I read in today’s paper that all over India trains are filled with people returning to their villages for Chhath Puja, a women’s prayer ceremony which honors the Sun God.  The memories of my experiences in Varanasi came back.

I was walking back from school one afternoon when suddenly I was flowing along in a procession of women drumming and chanting. They had baskets of offerings and long stalks of sugarcane. During this festival women go down to the Ganges and pray to the setting sun.  It is a very intense time of prayer until the minute the sun goes down. Then the mood changes abruptly.  Everyone starts laughing and talking and they walk back home for the night.

The noise of chanting and drumming at 5am woke me and I hurried down to the river in the darkness. The tension of waiting for the sun to rise was palpable. Women walked out into the river in their saris with their offerings turning three times. After the sunrise the men of the family joined the women during the part of the ceremony where milk is poured over a coconut offering into the river.

I was the only westerner and I had a camera.  Just when I thought perhaps I was being intrusive I would be offered a prashad, the sweet you receive after prayers. Friends included me asked me do the ritual pouring of the milk over the coconut after the sun had risen.  It was one of my most memorable times in India.  In the dark with hundreds of women praying for their children & families. We had everything in common and we had nothing in common. The veil seemed very thin.

 

Varanasi Prints, Revolving Exhibit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the next several weeks I will be showing photographs from my travels to India and Mongolia.  I will be changing the exhibit every week for the foreseeable future.   Come and see them in Seattle at Bert’s Red Apple in Madison Park.