I was on the Whitemud Trail with Bala and Rati when I received a call from Rajasuya in Brampton. “We are being eaten alive by mosquitos,” I told him.
Rajasuya, who used to live in Texas said, “You should see them in Texas. They are like elephants in size.”
I wanted to say to Rajasuya that his remark made me feel better. In some ways it did, but they continued to be voracious with their appetite. Bala was getting the worst of it.
“Bala, your blood is to their liking. Do you eat a lot of sweets—sugar, perhaps?”
It was somewhat of a confession time for him.
Regarding food, Connor, who’s eighteen, had just a little too much prasadamwhen we lunched back at the Krishna temple. Connor has really impressed me with his devotion. It takes him two hours to get there and two hours to get back home. That’s devotion! He is becoming quite devotional—and renounced. On my second walking installment for the day, Connor and Jaga Jivan joined me as we made our way toward the Yoga studio for a “Tales from Trails” presentation. It was while on our journey that Connor renounced his meal. I could see something might be coming on with his pale look.
It was an unpleasant experience; his donation to the sidewalk. He quickly recovered.
Finally, we made it to the studio and it was just wonderful—the attendance, the mood, the questions. I want to thank Jaga Jivan for arranging the program as well as Candice for having us use the facility, “Spirit Path” on 124thStreet.
May the Source be with you!