A soft little riverside kirtan, with feet in the water, jungle all around, and hearts leaning into the Holy Name. Sit with us, sing with us, or just listen while the sound rolls through the trees and over the falls. Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, in all our funny pronunciations, in all our imperfect voices, still somehow landing right where it needs to, in the heart. After the chanting we share a bit about this bright green place, fasting day stories, fish nibbling at toes, and simple guacamole joy. Thank you for being part of this little circle.