This is Ashvin the egret, the new resident of our property. He seems to have hurt his wings and was seen warily walking around in the first weeks, but by now he has figured out that we practice ahimsa.
Ashvin cannot fly far, but he is quite a wanderer. We see him in many parts of the monastery. We were not sure if he was getting any food, until we saw him sending some geckos down his throat — that part of ahimsa he has not figured out yet.
Ganapu is another common sight near the temple. He dutifully takes a nap there while Ceyonswami, his person, is on the 9am vigil.
A small gecko. We have not been introduced, so he was really trying to be discreet and blend with the color of the brown pot.
A bee, her legs full of polen. Bees are so monastic in the way they live, dedicated, selfless, unstoppable. We really get along well.
Siva's exuberant creativity is everywhere, in you—and me.
"Stand strong for Saivism." The nature of life for Saivites is to turn work into worship, to turn the secular into the sacred. Each day give a little extra warmth, humanness and upliftment to others. Every day is a holy day, all day long. We want to follow our religion even in our dreams. If we help someone, we're worshiping. Wherever we are, that's a place of worship. "To the Saivite Hindu all of life is sacred. All of life is religion."