Last night was Mahashivaratri.

A night full of bhajans and pujas.

Singing until there is nothing left but the music and Amma.

I did not make it through the night, I started feeling sick about 3 am and went to bed, missed out on the homa.

But when I woke up to the newly risen sun, I walked down the hill to the temple. It was drizzling softly, touching my cheeks like little kisses from the sky. Fog hung around the hills making the world seem hushed.

When I arrived at the temple the homa was still being cleaned up, the smoky air and bright flower petals made me feel like I hadn't missed the homa after all. Fresh reminders of the auspicious night.