We took my parents to the Livermore temple today. Its a fairly long drive ( about an hour) but worth it.
We all grow up with memories and associations. For most of us in India a temple has certain look. It is noisy – sounds of people and bells and chants. It smells of flowers and camphor. All these are required to build the atmosphere.
We arent the types who go to temple on a regular basis. Its mostly a few times a year like a birthday or a major festival. When we were new to US in Seattle, we asked around about a temple and were directed to one which was close to the Indian grocery we visited. So one weekend we decided to visit it. It turned out to be a temple run by the now infamous Nityananda. For some unexplained reason we could not somehow relate to it – maybe it was some kind of sixth sense 🙂
This temple fits our mental image of a temple. So even if it is a bit far, it feels doable.