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Mimulus aurantiacus, monkey flower

Amma, aka Mata Amritanandamayi, aka the Hugging Saint, is in town and I got hugged yesterday, my third time in two years, making me feel almost like a regular. Amma has a certain random significance for this gardenblog — my first post, aside from a one sentence “Hello world,” happened to be about Amma and her Blessed Calendula growing in our garden. That was due more to circumstance than any editorial intent — I happened to set up the blog a day or two after getting hugged, and the calendulas grown from seed blessed by Amma were just about the only thing blooming in our garden at the time — but her calendulas continue to be a mainstay in our garden, showing up in five or ten photos on the blog so far, and we do cut out from work to go get hugged every time she comes to town. So as a first blog post, it was random, but not inaccurate. (more…)

Blessed Calendula

This calendula was grown from seed that was blessed by Amma, the hugging saint. The label said “Blessed Calendula,” so for a year I thought that was the common name rather than just “calendula.” And it has indeed grown as if blessed, though Anita says calendulas always do that, that we can’t really attribute their success to the blessing. Ah, well. I guess we’d have to get her to bless some Woolly Blue Curls or Bush Poppies or other difficult plant to really test it. In any case, the calendulas have done well. Two of our plants intend to overwinter themselves and go for a second year, and many of the others live on through volunteers that have come up throughout the garden. Does the blessing continue through subsequent generations? One would hope so.

If you don’t know who Amma is, she’s a saint from India who blesses people by hugging them. To date, she’s physically embraced 26 million people. 26,000,000. That’s getting close to the entire population of California.

I got hugged last spring and liked it enough to get hugged again this week. Personally, I go as a tourist more than anything else, but her events do a good job of accommodating casual visitors and devoted visitors at the same time. You have to wait several hours for your turn, but while you wait, you’re free to do pretty much whatever you want — meditate, chant, knit, read, talk on a cell phone, pretend you’re not waiting three hours for a hug, etc… — until it is your turn to queue up. Then the volunteers funnel you into the queue, and it’s then, as you move up, seat to seat and then onto your knees before her, that you get drawn into the moment. When she finally embraces you, it’s with a big strong hug, very physical, with your face pressed firmly into her shoulder, and she mumbles or chants or, in my case, makes a low trilling sound, she seems to vary it from person to person, and when you get that hug, from the hugging saint, the official guinness world hugging record holder, you do feel as if you’ve never had a hug quite like it. I’m not usually a big one for hugs, but it’s a unique experience getting hugged by a saint, and I recommend it.

ryan 11/27