Breezes by Bhaktimarga Swami

7140899653?profile=RESIZE_400xMost days, on which I embark on my evening trek, I have a destination in mind to go either east, west, north or south. Sometimes I have no pre-arrangement so I let the wind talk to me. If the air currents go north/south, I’ll take that. If the breezes are more active east/west that’s where I feel I am being guided. Not since the summer of ‘77 has there been such an extended heat wave.

Martha Reeve and the Vandellas had a hit song on the charts. “Heat Wave” expressed in its lyrics a love-fever that one person feels for another. Whether you’re hot within or hot externally heat is heat.

Fortunately, a nice rain shower came during the afternoon to lower temperatures. This encouraged me to do just a little more than travel lightly, considering that the more you carry, the more you sweat. I decided on this evening to clutch onto some kheer in cups and go west, where the breeze was less, and make a delivery of the fine desert to a seniour godsister, Subuddhi. Well, she was grateful. I carried on and stationed myself at a bench overlooking the green depression called the Pitts—as in Christie Pitts. Actually, I felt the greatest breezes while at intersections. And up at the top of the Pitts, I caught the most favourable one.

I got on the phone. “Hello, Kasyapa, how is the new registration going for a Krishna centre in Oakville?”

I made another call. “So Vishal, how did the Tulsi seeds I gave you work?”

“They turned into powder. Too old,” said Vishal.

At one point I did not call anyone. I just sat there and took in Krishna in the form of the nicest breeze.

Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2020/07/sunday-july-19th-2020.html

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