Raga Durga

It was as if Sahasrabuddhe’s voice, and the gentle play of the tabla accompanying her, were describing for me what the plants themselves were feeling in that moment. How she held the notes and how she let them go, how the tabla underlined the rhythmic pulse of all that was occurring; the raga landed in my ears the way the water and sunlight seemed to land on the plants: transient but intentional, and most of all, nourishing…