Ganga Aarti

On Friday I went with my friend Joni to Har-ki-Pairi (The Footstep of God) in Haridwar where It is told that Vishnu dropped heavenly nectar and left behind a footprint. Every night people gather there for Ganga Aarti, prayer to the Ganges river. Every night! How beautiful to be surrounded by a culture of belief, of faith, of celebration.

Many people gathered on steps built on the side of the river. The Ganga flows swiftly here. Powerfully. There are chains for bathers to hold on to so as not to be swept away by the river's strong hands while taking a dip (which happens quite often unfortunately). Boys sold leaf boats of roses, marigolds, candles, and incense to carry prayers and wishes over the water. I bought one of course, a biggish one which I cradled in my arms as I waited for the sun to set.

Just when darkness settled in big torches were lit at the temple across the water. Bells clanged and songs of prayer sounded. I prayed in my own words. O mother Ganga carry away sorrow and bring abundant gifts. Thank you for your liveliness, your nourishment, your grace...