April 1, 2010, 1:49 am
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oṁ ajñāna-timirāndhasya
cakṣur unmīlitaṁ yena
tasmai śrī-gurave namaḥ

“I was born in the darkness of ignorance,and my spiritual master opened my eyes with the torch of wisdom. I offer my most humble and respectful
reverences to my spiritual master.”

I wish this picture came out better than it did, but I think it captures a sort of warmth and movement of the time taking place.   Papi was busy in the moment telling M stories out of the Ramayana.  I can’t remember exactly what was telling her, but there was lots of giggles, “oooooo’s” and “ahhhhh’s”.  Papi was getting into the story, making up all different voices for different people in the story.  It was a sweet time to listen to.  It’s times like that you are very honored to witness someones unconditional love for their child and the child’s reciprocation.  I know my husband loves our daughter, I know it.  But it’s moments like that, when the breeze from the beach sneaks through your open windows, the sun is slowly slipping below the horizon of the backyard fence, and someone is trying to make their parents forget about bed time that you really are reminded of how great and how powerful a parents love is for their child.

My husband converted religions a few years ago and at first it was a hard pill for me to swallow.  I am Pagan, always have been (although I was brought up in the Catholic church, my Pagan spirit broke through) and when we met he was Rastafarian.  When he converted to something I knew nothing about it scared me and I wondered where my husband had gone.  Where did my fun loving, “hippie” of a boyfriend/lover/husband go?  It took me a while to realize that he was replaced, well not even replaced more like he broke out of his shell, with this man who knew who he was and was stronger than ever before.  We might differ on how we reach our own spiritual connection with whatever, but at the end of the day to see that and see him relaying his beliefs to his daughter in such a loving way and non judgmental way, it is a beautiful thing indeed.


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So wonderfully said. ❤ ❤ ❤

Comment by Nicole(Frontier Dreams)

Thank you so much.

Comment by tulsileaf

very sweet 🙂 Ramayana is a story everyone can love

Comment by Cristina

It really is. I find myself listening very intently to my husband tell her the stories.

Comment by tulsileaf

such a beautiful picture followed by beautiful words! it rings true!!

Comment by Leslie

thank you very much

Comment by tulsileaf

I love this post…we love story time at our house. You were raised Catholic? I would love to hear about how you realized that you were a Pagan at heart…I was raised in a very devout Catholic home, but it did not feel natural or right to me, especially when I got older and learned more about the Church. Still exploring and enjoying the blog! I love your knitting, by the way!
All smiles, Eillene

Comment by Eillene

Yeah, my fathers side of the family is very devote.

I always knew I was a Pagan, always. And it wasn’t that hard for me, because of all the Mary worship in the Catholic church. It seemed a lot similar to the Goddess worship a lot of Pagans do. I still have a very warm place in my heart for midnight mass. Sometimes I still think about going. I might one year, just to show my daughter what I did when I grew up. It was a beautiful service.

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