Nature is a knock-out. That is easy to see in the more northern regions. I mean to say there is this gorgeousness about Mother Nature from whatever angle you look, but everyone has their preferences, geographically. During my walks, I was truly taken by the desert beauty of Utah, the mountainous power of B.C., the ruggedness of rocky Newfoundland, the green tones of Ireland, and the exotic wonder of beachy Mauritius. But there’s something special about the Muskoka cottage country.
Karuna, Madhava and I drove north to this place of shanti (peace), not just to gawk at the goodness, but to sit down with a group of serious followers of bhakti and speak about a project that can be of benefit.
We grouped with a bunch of “expansion enthusiasts” to look at a model that could really work, involving prasadam (blessed food) and kirtan (sacred sound). We have been excited about the project for months; there’s so much detail that I can’t reveal right now. We all feel we are meeting the approval of our guru,
Prabhupada. Afterall, blessings are always important in the matter of start-up on something dreamy, sublime, and practical — all at the same time.
To celebrate the initial phase of the project we had great food with lichee juice. And to address driver and passenger fatigue, the three of us were introduced to Kirby Beach off Lake Muskoka where we had a much-needed swim.
“You know,” I said to Karuna, “Krishna’s kind to give us water wonder in our part of the world.”
It’s so true. All this sweet water makes it a paradise.