Moundsville, West Virginia
Wedding Bells
Few people get married in December, but
bridegroom, Vrndavan Das, had adjusted from an earlier date to today, since
that was when I was available. Bless
him! The couple, Vrndavan and bride,
Neetika, both were recipients of blessings from friends who came from Europe,
India, various locations in the U.S. and Canada (me).
The ceremony was of good cheer, although
not perfect in its execution. The
pundit/pujari or priest, Krpamoya, had to work his way through a muffled
sounding microphone, while a second mic became the instrumental tool for the
chanters who came off as competitive in volume.
All that aside, you had a gorgeous celebration. Some newcomer Caucasian folks (friends of
Neetika) were highly impressed with the richness of display—not necessarily in
monetary pomp but in feel.
The ring was given, so also garlands were
exchanged, and the knot was tied, her saree to his shawl. For the tongue, a phenomenal cake was
devoured and for me, the salty stuff was a delight—veggie preps and paneer kofta, a non-violent dairy
savory.
After the satisfying meal, a walk, up and
down the sloping McCreary’s Road, was justified, and there I met devotees,
attendees to the wedding from Atlanta.
They were curious about the location of the goshala, the cow sanctuary.
So off we went in their rented SUV and made it to the herd; bulls and
cows, happy to be given some attention.
When I think about it, every day of our
life is complete when we give attention to humans, animals, the trees and the
earth.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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