Two things have been a constant in my life, writing and kirtan.
I was an impatient child and was born 2 months premature. My father would come and see me everyday that I was in the hospital as an infant and sing kirtans for me. It was love at first sight, but the path was blurred by everything else that can consume a young girl’s mind. I was tied up with finding friends and fighting with the ones that I had, or wondering about my own prince charming while watching others whisk away princesses on television. Eventually, my brother, and kirtan partner became my guide and my rock. He encouraged me (sometimes by force) to leave the drama of friendships behind and seek refuge in kirtan. Always maintaining the belief that everything could be solved by kirtan he continued to keep an eye on me and make sure that no matter what I was doing, I remembered what the focus was.
In the meantime, I continued to write. I wrote stories from the vedas in India;I wrote stories of my own and created life-long friends that were born in chapters that are still dear to my heart. I sang and wrote.
Offering my respects to all those who have been teachers to me, My Mother and Father, my siblings, my family and to my spiritual teacher, father and guide HH Radhanath Swami, I hope that I can share something of the two loves of my life.