Anandamayi

Yesterday at Sacred Circle Dance, a newcomer named Ananda joined us. She’s a lovely woman, about my age, who is mostly deaf but communicates well. We learned that she was named after Anandamayi Ma—the revered Indian spiritual teacher. Ananda told us that she had traveled to India as a young woman in search of Anandamayi and saw her in person after a long journey across the country.

Ananda’s main memory was of seeing Anandamayi at the end of a long hallway—a very old woman with a wrinkled face. Yet, Ananda experienced her as “the most beautiful woman” she had ever seen.

To be honest, I had never heard of Anandamayi Ma before, but others in the Circle had. In fact, Ron (the leader of the Circle) knew a dance inspired by her and named after her, which he taught to us.

My experience of the dance was very positive. I felt a real sense of peace and connection with the other dancers—and by extension, other humans.

Ananda told us that her name means Joy or Bliss. I feel like this long-deceased woman from the other side of the world brought a sense of that to our Circle yesterday.

Short bio written by ChatGPT:

Anandamayi Ma (1896–1982) was a revered Indian spiritual teacher known for her profound sense of divine joy and inner realization. Born as Nirmala Sundari in present-day Bangladesh, she displayed spiritual awareness from a young age, often entering deep states of meditation without formal training. Her followers believed that her wisdom was innate rather than learned, and she rarely identified with any particular religious doctrine, instead emphasizing direct experience of the divine.

Throughout her life, Anandamayi Ma traveled across India, attracting devotees from diverse backgrounds, including scholars, politicians, and ordinary seekers. She spoke of the importance of self-realization, devotion, and surrender to God, encouraging individuals to follow their own spiritual paths sincerely. Despite her growing fame, she maintained a simple lifestyle and often referred to herself as a child of the Divine.

Her presence was described as deeply peaceful and transformative, with many reporting a sense of peace and clarity in her company. Even today, her teachings continue to inspire spiritual seekers worldwide, emphasizing unity, love, and the eternal nature of the soul beyond worldly identities.

The great joy of family 2.0

Yesterday we got together at my daughter’s house in central Massachusetts. My son drove out from his new apartment in the city. My daughter cooked a lovely meal for us. My granddaughter was able to sit at the table with us in her high chair. She watched us eat and talk and occasionally dropped one of her plastic stacking rings on the floor for someone to retrieve.

There were six of us around the table. And I loved it so much. My heart is full.

Beautiful cupcakes made from scratch by my daughter for our first family meal at her house with my baby granddaughter at the table 💕

Hillary PTSD

My get-out-the-vote calls went pretty well today. It was actually kind of fun. I talked to left-leaning voters from Pennsylvania. Many had already voted for Kamala and were willing to reach out to friends and family to do the same. One young man from Erie County, PA told me he wasn’t just excited, he was ECSTATIC to make Kamala Harris the next President of the United States.

So why don’t I feel better? Where’s my joy? Why am I SO anxious?

Because I remember 8 years ago…

Here I am in my cute little pantsuit (which no longer fits) on November 8, 2016, heading out to help elect Hillary Clinton as our first woman president. I was so excited and happy. Joyful!

And then….

Utter despair, bitter disappointment, disbelief, and a huge amount of anger at every single person who saw fit to pull the lever for Mr. Grab-em-by-the-Pussy Donald Trump.

Tomorrow (US Election Day) is going to be rough. I’m going to wear my new KA-MA-LA t-shirt and buy some celebratory champagne, but I also have to prepare myself for the worst. I have Hillary PTSD. Of course I’m hoping against hope that it’ll be a Kamala landslide and red states will start dropping early on. (My fantasy is that Florida miraculously goes blue by 9pm.) But that’s probably not going to happen. It’s probably going to be some sort of a protracted nail biter like Biden/Trump in 2020. (It took four days from Election Day for CNN to declare Biden the winner.)

The one and only good thing about the November 8, 2016 election was that Massachusetts legalized recreational cannabis the very same night. And that is the only reason I’ve made it through the past eight years.

May the Trump Era in the United States of America end tomorrow.

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Flowers

Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

I’ve posted in the past about how I started getting flowers delivered monthly during the pandemic. They’re not cheap, but if I renew around Black Friday, I get a huge discount on the annual subscription from BloomsyBox.

I really like having fresh flowers in the house. It brings me joy. (Guys, I’m telling you, this is a winner for your anniversary or her birthday or Christmas.)

And now, I will subject you to more photos of flower arrangements.

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