Raspberries here, raspberries there, raspberries everywhere! Every day this bountiful season, Ashram karma yogis fill tray upon tray of richly red raspberries. It’s a gentle harvest, a tentative encouraging pinch with finger and thumb and off they slide. Sometimes conversations meander through the raspberry rows and other times more subtle listening goes on.
When the breakfast bells chime, the raspberries sit in their large bowl eagerly waiting to delight residents and guests. Daily the bowl empties to the Hari Om song of breakfast. On the lineage celebration weekend, they dressed themselves up into a royal perfect pink mass of cooling sorbet deliciousness that we heartily enjoyed.
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