At the end of the yagya we took all the flower garlands, the clay kalasha pots, and offered them into the river. The funny thing about this yagya is that you’d think it would be odd worshiping a river like this. But it was a very soft, subtle and joyful experience. I am not sure exactly what to attribute it to, other than the wonderful vedic world view where Ganga flows through Shiva’s hair to nourish and cleanse the earth. That’s really what it felt like.