Ashram and Gratitude 

December 14, 2002

Where on this earth could one meet, in the short space of ten days, nearly one hundred kindred souls whose welcoming love and tenderness for a brother sadhak returned but never gone, is immeasurable.

Tuesday I went to hear Nirod read Savitri in the corner room of the Ashram courtyard. He was ninety-nine and November 17, the day the Mother left Her body. On finishing his reading we walked through the group and when he saw me offered his namaste. Such blessings are difficult to speak of for they lift us out of ourselves for a moment into the transcendent realms of light.

I eat the dining room food three times a day and now, after all these years, am finding that it meets the body’s needs. Each day there is much to do yet ample time for many visits to the Samadhi where I pray for perfect sincerity, perfect surrender, humility, and offer all my smallness, all my faults to the Divine in gratitude.

I am so thankful for Mary Helen, for the poetry that comes down, for my fellow disciples, for the flowers; indeed for all the grace and blessings that have been bestowed upon me by Sri Aurobindo and The Mother. I think not of the next day or what the future will bring, only of gratitude in the moment.