Showing posts with label Chanting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chanting. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2016

CHANTING with MANY

Saturday November Fifth
2016

At Home
(shelf above my computer)

Krishna Das and Friends
Church of St.Paul and St Andrew
West End Avenue at 86th Street
New York City
 Packed to the Rafters
"How Good it is When Brothers and Sisters
Dwell together in Harmony"
Musicians
krishna Das-vocals and Harmonium, Guitarist-David Nichtern, Keyboard-John McDowell, Nina Rao-Kartals, Mark Egan-Bass, Arjun Bruggemen-Tabla, and Jerry Marotta-Percussion.
 ~*~
Looking down
 11PM
 The End

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Flashback
November
2015
Before he began his annual kirtan in the soaring beauty of the Church of St. Paul and St. Andrew, Krishna Das joined Prana, the overtone singing group led by Baird Hersey, for this sweet Capella version of My Foolish Heart/Bhaja Govinda
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 How it Feels to Chant


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Afterwards with two dear old friends
Judy who decorates the stage, and Joanne from Dharma Mittra
 Home by Bus with friends Wendy and Joanne
1AM
Turned the Clocks Back
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LINKS
Krishna Das Website
http://krishnadas.com/

Krishna Das Music
 https://www.youtube.com/user/KrishnaDasMusic

Krishna Das Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/KrishnaDasMusic/

Prana
 http://www.pranasound.com/

Church of St. Paul and St. Andrew

Friday, February 21, 2014

MONDAY TO FRIDAY


MONDAY

A short trip uptown to 'Little India' on Lexington Avenue to pick up some lovely sweets for supper company tonight.
Passed "Little Rickey's" on the way home.  They're using the Chinese year of the horse to sell product.  The dress-form is sporting a horse mask, and a pink wig.
Also noted this phone booth advertisement
"Not much"
That's my answer to the question.

TUESDAY
A horse of a completely different color, in fact, not a horse at all, but an evening of chanting a forty verse Sanscrit praise song eleven times with these Kirtan friends at the very lovely Broome Street Temple.
Chanting changes the air I breathe, the quality of light, and makes me feel more at home in the world just as it is.

WEDNESDAY

 A difficult rainy day at home with a friend's problems,
sharing tea and sympathy.
I'm glad that evening has come.
Day is done.

THURSDAY

Glorious beginning with sunshine and warmth.
I've been working on a line drawing which started as a doodle,
then I shot a photographic still life on the same theme
using a picture card, with porcelain, and wooden critters,
and lastly, just critters.

 Now the line drawing for publication with a little story called "Four Squared" in the chap book my regular writing group is producing.

Later I did a bit of shopping at Trader Joe, and had a nice visit with my yoga instructor and his wife.

 FRIDAY

Rain is the word today, gray is it's color.
It's texture's like mist,  it's text-ancient lore.

 Like a "London Fog" tea-towel shot with an 'indoor' setting, or the same tea-towel in the same location with 'night-time' set,
what I see changes according to light,
so 'lighten up' my mind thinks.
Tomorrow is a Saturday, and the secret to life
 is still spinach with honey...every day.