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The buzz at the ashram is completely palpable these days. I am not sure what it is, but the energy has definitely shifted from the lulls and stagnancy of winter into a full fledged spring of growth and change. Most days, the sun room is full of people and life from early in the morning until well past dark. The growing tomatoes add to the vibrancy and reminder that new life is abounding and seem to inspire excitement for the farm and upcoming summer in general.
I have never seen so many tents in the field so early with more inquiries about summer seva opportunities arriving daily. I wonder what drives so many people here all of a sudden. Amazing people, willing to do Baba's seva and have so much joy and fun while doing it. It all feels so good, my heart grows bigger with each person who arrives, the collective heart grows exponentially feeling the warmth of working together with common affinities. Whether its maintaining inside the ashram, cutting new beds in the field for planting or joining the greater community for the annual acequia cleaning, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for this place, the people and energy which it magnetizes. I am doubly in thanks for the way these things affect
my children and support our family as a whole through the hard times and the ease.
Many times in the past few months have I gone into the temple room and been overtaken with the awareness of 'satsang', not only how we can do seva, sing, pray and eat together but how all of these things seem to spiral us together into a centrifuge of invisible, often silent, yet tangible love for one another. The strands of the web fortified by the quietest acknowledgements of each other's lives, our struggles and triumphs. It amazes me more and more, the gift of living at a place like the ashram, getting to know Baba's grace deeper and deeper, and learning to accept it in all its forms.
