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Purring in Buffalo
This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the
bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha |
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"Singh" wrote in message
... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha Thank you so much for a most fascinating and interesting post. It's one of the most absorbing I've read in any newsgroup, and it brought us real insight into facets of Sikh life and worship. I knew about some aspects of Sikhism because I made a study of it for my work, and have Sikh friends, but had not known about some things you mentioned. And your reference to the cats made it relevant to this particular newsgroup. Thank you again for writing it. (By the way, you share your name, Baha, with our pharmacist!) Bobcat in neighbouring Toronto |
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"Singh" wrote in message
... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha Thank you so much for a most fascinating and interesting post. It's one of the most absorbing I've read in any newsgroup, and it brought us real insight into facets of Sikh life and worship. I knew about some aspects of Sikhism because I made a study of it for my work, and have Sikh friends, but had not known about some things you mentioned. And your reference to the cats made it relevant to this particular newsgroup. Thank you again for writing it. (By the way, you share your name, Baha, with our pharmacist!) Bobcat in neighbouring Toronto |
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"Singh" wrote in message
... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha Thank you so much for a most fascinating and interesting post. It's one of the most absorbing I've read in any newsgroup, and it brought us real insight into facets of Sikh life and worship. I knew about some aspects of Sikhism because I made a study of it for my work, and have Sikh friends, but had not known about some things you mentioned. And your reference to the cats made it relevant to this particular newsgroup. Thank you again for writing it. (By the way, you share your name, Baha, with our pharmacist!) Bobcat in neighbouring Toronto |
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Just reading your description was peaceful for me - thanks!
Christine "Singh" wrote in message ... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha |
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Just reading your description was peaceful for me - thanks!
Christine "Singh" wrote in message ... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha |
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Just reading your description was peaceful for me - thanks!
Christine "Singh" wrote in message ... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha |
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It was my contribution to the mass-purr for all who needed it. I'm going
to do this more frequently. The peace in the air was beyond description. Blessed be! Baha Bobcat wrote: "Singh" wrote in message ... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha Thank you so much for a most fascinating and interesting post. It's one of the most absorbing I've read in any newsgroup, and it brought us real insight into facets of Sikh life and worship. I knew about some aspects of Sikhism because I made a study of it for my work, and have Sikh friends, but had not known about some things you mentioned. And your reference to the cats made it relevant to this particular newsgroup. Thank you again for writing it. (By the way, you share your name, Baha, with our pharmacist!) Bobcat in neighbouring Toronto |
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It was my contribution to the mass-purr for all who needed it. I'm going
to do this more frequently. The peace in the air was beyond description. Blessed be! Baha Bobcat wrote: "Singh" wrote in message ... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha Thank you so much for a most fascinating and interesting post. It's one of the most absorbing I've read in any newsgroup, and it brought us real insight into facets of Sikh life and worship. I knew about some aspects of Sikhism because I made a study of it for my work, and have Sikh friends, but had not known about some things you mentioned. And your reference to the cats made it relevant to this particular newsgroup. Thank you again for writing it. (By the way, you share your name, Baha, with our pharmacist!) Bobcat in neighbouring Toronto |
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It was my contribution to the mass-purr for all who needed it. I'm going
to do this more frequently. The peace in the air was beyond description. Blessed be! Baha Bobcat wrote: "Singh" wrote in message ... This morning I awakened before my husband, and thought to leave the bedroom and quietly do my morning prayers. Being 9/11, I changed the routing a touch. Like Muslims, Sikhs are to pray five times daily and have certain ones to be said at certain times. For the innocent who died three years ago today, the heroes who died fighting or rescuing, the people of Beslan, and those recently crossed over and their bereaved, I prayed Kirtan Sohila, the evening prayer which is also the prayer for the dead; it describes the soul as a bride going forth to unite with her husband (God/dess) and calls upon the Lord to welcome and bless those who have crossed. (To explain, In Sikh tradition, the day after the wedding the bride is brought to her in-laws. She is welcomed and anointed, and the threshold anointed also with holy oil before she is allowed to come through.) Second came Anand which means joy or bliss, for those who have been through tough times, are in grief, that they be restored and know happiness again. And last the Ardaas, the supplication which calls for rememberance of God, our spiritual masters, and human heroes and all who need kindness and mercy, and we ask our Creator to remember the intentions for which we offered the previous prayers. There was great peace in the house this morning. Cats know sacred things. I am convinced that there is something in a cat's nature that knows and feels things of the spirit, no matter the faith practiced in the home. Usually the cats are nuts at that time of morning, holding marathon wrestling and boxing matches, knocking stuff over, etc. But not today. They sat near me or at my feet with their little paws folded beneath them, like little yogis, and purred. Louie and I have said for years that a purr is a prayer, and I am convinced now more than ever. When I put away the prayer book and blew out the candle, I did some cleaning and found what may have been a gift from somewhere beyond: a lovely chunk of amethyst, the kind where the crystals are still growing from its rock home. I don't know where it came from. The previous owner of this place didn't do crystals, and usually I buy polished rocks or large uncut crystal specimens. It is a small piece, sort of triangular, and has a pretty lavender color to it. I'm befuddled, but thankful, as if some well-wishing message had come back at me. The cats went back to wrestling, I went to the gym, showered and went to the shrink with my Louie. We have the same psychiatrist, ain't marriage sweet? We're going to karaoke tonight. Kate Smith's rendition of God Bless America's on the playlist. I'll be up there. Blessed be, Baha Thank you so much for a most fascinating and interesting post. It's one of the most absorbing I've read in any newsgroup, and it brought us real insight into facets of Sikh life and worship. I knew about some aspects of Sikhism because I made a study of it for my work, and have Sikh friends, but had not known about some things you mentioned. And your reference to the cats made it relevant to this particular newsgroup. Thank you again for writing it. (By the way, you share your name, Baha, with our pharmacist!) Bobcat in neighbouring Toronto |
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