So, we’ve cursed me by talking about aimless anxiousness. I was so excited for my night off from the nursing home. Now, I’m home wandering about trying to fill time. I’ve peed twice, smoked twice, dowloaded photos, and made many laps around the house. I’ve been home for 45 minutes.
Well, at least I’m posting, right?
Ok, here is one of the few pics I took at the puja last weekend.
I’m really kicking myself for not taking more. I was too afraid that I would be acting rudely if I started taking pictures in the middle of the ceremony. I mean, there were 30ish of us in a small room, and my flash is a little distracting.
The offering is of 5 different types of fruit, 5 different types of flowers, and samplings of the day’s meal. There was also some water and incense involved. I did ask why there were flowers under 2 of the gods, not all 3. The answer? Ran out of tape.
jessica
brittymidge
Sorry…the anxiety would be my fault. That is a beautiful picture. What happens to the food afterward? I passed an Indian buffet place today on Devon and thought of you. But then with our itinerary, we don’t have time for a food coma, now do we?
Everything on the floor (the food, fruit, flowers)is left there until the next day. At that time, I think she just throws it away. The coconut is broken open during the ceremony and everyone drinks some.
I’m going to the Indian grocery store this week to get tea for the Mehndi. Apparently, the Indian ladies aren’t real fond of Lipton. Go figure. I’m gonna pick up some Indian candy for you. It’s strange stuff like candy covered fennel seeds and what not. Right up your alley