To me it was just a perfect morning around ten degrees Celsius. No jacket required or chaudar (the Indian version), but for Samuel, who is slender, Marshall, too, and come to think of it, Nicholas, as well, bundling up was necessary. Once we all ventured into a good clip walking the trails near the St. John River, over the well-known walking bridge, and into town, we all felt we could do without the extra hides.
Covering a two day blitz of bhakti was a fun type of back-and-forth shuttle between three cities. And below are the highlights.
It was evening ārati time,
Which began at a clock’s precise chime
And from that gorgeous shrine
Was projected softly your voice divine.
From the modest speaker box it came,
A sound that only purity can claim.
It was the subject of ten avatars
Some who declare peace while others wars.
No vibration could dare to match
Your depth and power, the ear to catch
The pastimes of courageous heroes
And saints of softer mellows.
The harmonium you play hums through the song
Causing the listen
The woman sitting in front of us was of the same spirit. She also waited, and hearing a piece of our conversation said, "I work for an airlines as a flight attendant and I can tell you this, because I'm not in uniform, the biggest agitation is when
After a four and a half hour flight from Vancouver, I landed back home. Before my next trip via bus to Montreal tomorrow I had a space in the evening to stroll. Jaya had rounds to do meaning his prescribed number of mantras for the day, and so he was a natural candidate for a walking companion. I chose Rosedale.
You could feel that change of season in the air that late summer feeling. Crickets, obvious by their presence of sound, are in every direction. The breezes blowing are so awesome
When I became a monk in April of '73 in Toronto, I met Jagadish. He was in charge of the ashram, and was like a big brother. I was 20. He was 26. Well, he's still around, and fast-forward, he just turned 72 this month. I had the pleasure to do a few walking rounds with him in Central Park, with towering conifers all around. I guess you can say we were just catching up on news about the world, his life, my life. He's been looking after his handicapped son.
Some six hours later, Hadai brought me to the Fraser River for another installment. These shorter walks, executed periodically, make for a healthful experience in the day. In our discussion together, we agreed that life need not be glum. We must extract all t
So the procession portion of the Chariot Fest was over, went a bit overtime by usual standards (maybe a half hour) but it was good. Strong kirtanhappened all the way along. I'm the one assigned to pick and chose the lead singers. I gave the mic to the boys band, "The Mayapuris," and they just kept with it, to its sweet end at Stanley Park. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1WSykZgBt6/?igshid=1v78dh33t8k8r
I made my way to my designated spot, the "Q and A" booth. Once I took my seat there, I di
There are lovers sitting on park benches and families, too people of all sorts and kinds speaking in multiple languages, Spanish, Russian, French and maybe English. They are enjoying Stanley Park at the water's edge of English Bay. Several of them are casually picking wild blackberries as they walk by, not initially intending to, but upon looking, some say, "Oh! Let me try these out." Usually it's not just one but two, or three. You pluck one and let it dive in your mouth. They are soft
It was something I had never seen before. One calf was peeing. It was a bull calf. A second calf came right to his underside and began drinking with great relish the pure liquid coming out. Perhaps to calf Number Two it must have been like a smoothie. Incidentally, a third calf was looking on. All three were nestled together.
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