And then I was left with a
murti, one with which I had an entire history; one that had become precious to me, but with an entirely different name and meaning: goddess of prosperity.
What was the universe pulling on me this time? And actually why have I always kept my distance from Lakhsmi? What do I do with it now? I have been mulling over this for the past few weeks, which is also the reason I hadn't gotten around to writing this report yet.
Last Sunday was the first time I felt the drive to perform a Lakshmi Arati. (14 days after the
blessing, which isn't really all that long.) I haven't come to conclusions yet, but the entire issue feels light now, even exciting.
In other news, autumn is coming around again, so I've removed all nice cloths, even from Durga, to keep them from getting mouldy.