Reblogged from my second blog: A wonderful 6 Hour Kirtan Anniversary in London’s Covent Garden.
Originally posted on openyoureyestotheworldaroundyou:
I drink the last sips of black coffee on my way to the Swiss Church in Covent Garden. I give my spare change to an old, bearded, homeless man, who leans on the church wall as if he welcomed me there. “God bless your day,” he mumbles with a toothless smile. “Thank you,” I reply back with a feeling of artificial heroism. I hear the group of voices coming out of the church gate. They are singing in the old Indic language. I follow them like a dog that has just smelled the scent of fresh meat, with mobility and excitement.
A smiling Indian lady, dressed in a blood red sari, with a shiny silver piercing above her left nostril and strong oriental perfume welcomes the visitors with a friendly gesture of tapping them on the shoulder. “Welcome to our first anniversary of 6 Hour Kirtan meditation,” she warmly greets me and clearly reads the doubts on my face, “the entry is free and you can stay as long as you wish.” With the tone of humbleness in her voice, she asks everybody to take off their shoes. I don’t mind. Unlike in other churches, the floor is warm and wooden here. I remove my shoes and enter the room.