Blog Entry 30 * 6-3-22
The Hanuman Temple in Taos is a beautiful and peaceful place. I had the chance to offer kirtan for Hanuman, which felt deeply meaningful and uplifting. The space carries a soft energy, though not quite as gentle as some of the Radha and Krishna temples I’ve visited before. There’s a distinct divine mood and rasa—unique to Hanuman’s presence. His energy is steadfast, loyal, and charged with devotion. In his presence, one feels both protected and called to a higher strength of heart.
During this part of my journey, I had been running on very little sleep. The parking lots I stayed in—both on the way to Taos and while I was there—were quite loud, making rest difficult. Still, something about the early morning light in the desert, the stillness before sunrise, and the quiet hum of life around me carried a sense of blessing. Even fatigue can feel sacred when it’s wrapped in purpose.
When I offered kirtan at the temple, I felt the exhaustion lift for a while. The chanting seemed to draw energy from a deeper well—one not dependent on the body’s strength. It was as if Hanuman himself was carrying me through the mantras. There was no thought of performance or effort, just a flow of devotion moving through sound.
The people at the temple were kind and welcoming. A few shared stories about how Hanuman had come into their lives—each tale filled with humility and wonder. It reminded me that Bhakti takes many forms, and that the same divine love expresses itself differently through each devotee.
So I headed northeast, toward Crestone, Colorado. The landscape opened up wide and luminous as I drove, with the Sangre de Cristo Mountains stretching along the horizon. It felt like another chapter unfolding—one guided not by plans, but by an unseen rhythm leading me where I needed to be next.