My day finished with a piece of lightly sweetened carob cake. The topping of the day, not the cake (with no icing), was a continual cleanup in the temple’s pantry, some emailing, some calls to promote the Gita-drive known as “Give to Live,” and a call with Radhanatha Swami, something we regularly share.
My conversation with Radhanatha was private enough, however, we did cover conversations of a more sharing nature. First of all we were both participants in a forum of eulogies about our recently deceased Krishnanandini. She was a fine example of a great human being, a family person and a devotee of God.
We also talked about his childhood. He had a friend who lost his life in the icy waters of Lake Michigan, just off a cliff’s edge. Yes, we dwelled on the topic of death and birth. That’s common enough as themes for monk discussions—unless you’re the hermit-type where a little is said, a lot is seen and much is thought.
We left our call on the note of a west-coast friend we both share, an individual struggling with Parkinson’s. Oh, how tough is the world and life itself.
One other short list of items I will share with you all came from a person who is quite introspective. His sharing goes like this:
1. Everything changes and ends.
2. Things do not always go according to plan.
3. Life is not always fair
4. Pain is part of life.
5. People are not always loving and loyal.
His conclusion was that we should follow the path of bhakti, the path of grace.
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2020/12/wednesday-december-9-2020.html
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