The Holy Cow! Tour
So we go over to the Jains to see their temple, which is exquisite. Just yuuummy. It is laced and bound with icons that stimulate and inspire me. It is a riot of fruit sherbet colors. One thing that's bothering me is that we didn't have many Hindus on 10th and Penn over there in the Lake City so I do not have a familiar, completely accurate vocabulary and dialogue about the Jains, about the Hindus that I can plug into. Rather, I am learning. And I am a new learner. So it bothers me that when I inadvertently say something inaccurate or incomplete, I will offend the Hindus that stop by Notes From The 'Kan EWA. I ask your forgiveness in advance and greedily solicit your tutelage and mentoring. I promise to be worthy.
The thing I love about the Jain temple is the soft, but vibrant hues that melt into each other. But I guess I mentioned the fruit sherbet, didn't I? I love this temple because there are acts of devotion everywhere, most of which I do not understand. But you don't need the is dotted and the ts crossed when the air is thick with love and true beauty.
They didn't teach us about Hindus at Central School in the Lake City, heck we didn't even speak of Jews , and that's one of the many things about a Jesuit education for which I am grateful and that made me determined to set Jesuit education as an incontrovertible value at Bellemaison. The Jesuits talk about them all and you are free to examine any of them closely. So I am so happy that the time has come for me and the Hindus. I've been waiting to know; I am just going to love this! And the Jain temple fills me with light and love, reassurance and hope so I realize that the livin' the day in dirty, needy India is going to be more than just fine. Despite the religious malevolence, man's inhumanity to woman, the air, the water, that industry known as begging, and each and every one of the one billion people that live here looking to make a rupee, I will be ok and will find the beauty that others positively glow about. Sometimes I am slow to the party, but I always show up.
The Maharani Jabel