tattva arrived back late and i asked about the bonfire we had talked about and he said "oh, has nobody gotten any firewood yet? well, do you want a fire?"
- everybody was sitting around in the temple -
there was a general nodding of heads.
"aaright, jump in the jeep, less go get some wood!"
it felt somehow thrillsome to see the sacred woods spotlighted in the swinging headlamps. it felt like a very boyish, adolsecent venture to head into the woods at that time. tattva knew a good place up on the hill where there was lots of wood. artem and i lugged a big well-nigh trunk back to the jeep between us and tattva gave a whoop and exclaimed, "that one'll burn well!"
if i could get this photo to rotate ninety degrees to the right it would show the bonflame leaping high into the sky; in the background the sun's refulgence also gleaming whitely off the floating round moon rock.
here is the assembled group krishna morari is on the accordian and starts up a round of hare krishna chants which everyone joins and accompanies with clapping hands, and i begin to dance a little bit, and julia dances a little bit too. krishna morari encourages anyone to sing any song they want. there is general indecision. tattva suggests "michael row your boat ashore" (everyone knows that one) then krishna morari suggests that anyone make up any lyrics of their own "come on less go round in a circle" all that comes to my mind is "goodbye 2012, hello 2013" then tattva suggests that we all recount the time in our lives when we felt most fear. all that came to my mind was the time when i was about ten years old and i left my grandparent's house in the predawn to climb up east lomond and there near the top my young self unaccustomed to being alone in wild open spaces became warily aware of a malevolent presence lurking behind every dark bush. i never got to recount that experience, however, because tattva himself set about recounting his own experiences, which very naturally followed each other, separated by little pauses, and which largely consisted of meeting deranged individuals while on the road in the US and involved him getting threatened at gunpoint and so on. then he talked about the time he paraded about india for a year with elephants and a circus entourage and they slept in a different village every night and giave shows and there handed out hare krishna leaflets.
then it was almost midnight and we wondered whose watch to follow before krishna offered the use of his and started us all counting down nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year! yeaaaaah, woooooowow! then some people gave hugs and pizzas were distributed (bought specially for the occassion) and homemade samosas, then we let off some fireworks and then everyone went to bed.
- everybody was sitting around in the temple -
there was a general nodding of heads.
"aaright, jump in the jeep, less go get some wood!"
it felt somehow thrillsome to see the sacred woods spotlighted in the swinging headlamps. it felt like a very boyish, adolsecent venture to head into the woods at that time. tattva knew a good place up on the hill where there was lots of wood. artem and i lugged a big well-nigh trunk back to the jeep between us and tattva gave a whoop and exclaimed, "that one'll burn well!"
if i could get this photo to rotate ninety degrees to the right it would show the bonflame leaping high into the sky; in the background the sun's refulgence also gleaming whitely off the floating round moon rock.
here is the assembled group krishna morari is on the accordian and starts up a round of hare krishna chants which everyone joins and accompanies with clapping hands, and i begin to dance a little bit, and julia dances a little bit too. krishna morari encourages anyone to sing any song they want. there is general indecision. tattva suggests "michael row your boat ashore" (everyone knows that one) then krishna morari suggests that anyone make up any lyrics of their own "come on less go round in a circle" all that comes to my mind is "goodbye 2012, hello 2013" then tattva suggests that we all recount the time in our lives when we felt most fear. all that came to my mind was the time when i was about ten years old and i left my grandparent's house in the predawn to climb up east lomond and there near the top my young self unaccustomed to being alone in wild open spaces became warily aware of a malevolent presence lurking behind every dark bush. i never got to recount that experience, however, because tattva himself set about recounting his own experiences, which very naturally followed each other, separated by little pauses, and which largely consisted of meeting deranged individuals while on the road in the US and involved him getting threatened at gunpoint and so on. then he talked about the time he paraded about india for a year with elephants and a circus entourage and they slept in a different village every night and giave shows and there handed out hare krishna leaflets.
then it was almost midnight and we wondered whose watch to follow before krishna offered the use of his and started us all counting down nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year! yeaaaaah, woooooowow! then some people gave hugs and pizzas were distributed (bought specially for the occassion) and homemade samosas, then we let off some fireworks and then everyone went to bed.
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