as i walked around socializing with sangita's friends and family, they all oohed and ahhhed over little ivy. the women were drumming and chanting and singing blessings for the bride and groom. colors swirled all around. most everyone received a mehndi, even the men and babes. each time an elder would speak about one of the children, they did so as if the entire source of inspiration for life came from the little ones. many would touch ivy gently and say, "God Bless Her" and every time it felt like a special gift from the divine ringing in my soul
like
a
tiny
golden
bell.
