I try to make a point of making new friends every day. In fact, I consider it rather a sin to just ‘hang out’ with known people. Although that is important, the day evolves with deeper dimension when new encounters are made. There's so much to learn while broadening the scope of new relations.
When you are stranded alone on an island, you might have an excuse, but even then, you have the opportunity to make good with the moon, the stars, the sun, the elements, animals and plants. With so many pilgrims coming in by the thousands, it becomes easy—friendship—even if it proves only momentary.
While walking with monks, Marshall and Samuel, from Montreal, we made friends with the local breed of monkeys. Oh it was a trifle painful going barefoot near the elephant sanctuary. Sharp stones pressed hard against my soles, but it was all compensation for meeting those Hanuman monkeys—or that's what people call them. They made the trail their relax space. With pitch black face and endless tail that curls when in motion, they are a sight to behold.
Although I consider them newly-made comrades, I wouldn't go so far as to hug or embrace these guys. They just wouldn't even allow the approaches. Besides, I'm a little intimidated by the fleas they carry. It's true those little bugs go for a free ride.
Anyway, today is business as usual. It is the first day available to meet old friends in the Conch Building during meetings. We were handed a card that read, "One should be confident that in all circumstances Krishna will protect him from all difficulties." Srila Prabhupada.
May the Source be with you!
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