My practice of what I call pujas, at home, is very limited. Even more so since I broke my leg and my range of motion in my devotional space has been stunted. But I do what I can. At work on my breaks, or before my start time when I am often the only one in the building, I try to conduct devotional pastimes. There, my ability to perform anything resembling a proper puja is even more limited for obvious reasons.
Today as I sat at my station, performing pre-shift japa, I had a notion. I had prepared myself a cup of green tea which I sipped to warm up before I began japa. I said my mantra 108 times as I rolled my fingers over the beads, but as I said my final “Aum” I felt like something was missing. I know, I just said “Aum” and something was missing? How can anything be missing with “Aum” and several of the myriad Names of God still vibrating in my immediate environ? A sacrifice of some sort was due. A prasad. But I had nothing.
But I did have my green tea. It could have been my prasad all along but I had not considered it as such before beginning japa and I had been drinking it carelessly, as I said “to warm up.” So it was not prasad, as far as I was concerned. Not yet.
So I dabbed my fingertips into my cup and began to sprinkle it over my beads as I did an abbreviated japa, once again.
So you see, it can be that simple. Just as with many things in life, it is the thought that counts. The thought, the effort, the follow-through, and in my case in this moment, the bhakti.
Jai Hari Aum!