"Whatever is the time of awakening for the introspective sage is the time of sleep for the conditioned soul." This is the statement from the Bhagavad Gita. Early rising is natural and is the best time for internalizing.
I'm out the door at 4:15 AM and onto Agricola Street to find some late night party-goers standing about. They diverted me to the McDonald Bridge. So that was my route- over the Halifax harbour onto highway 332 southbound through Dartmouth. The weather went from clear to dense fog. Occasionally a dark blur would emerge, come closer and reveal a person. I communicated something to them unless they would speak to me first.
If you ask for directions out here a woman on the east coast might say, "It's this way, dear," or "I don't know darlin'."
At the airport in the afternoon, Doug, Dwija, Nitai and I went to fetch Murari, a doctor from Miami, Ram Lila, an accountant from Toronto, and Ajamil, a singer from Toronto. We went from the airport straight to Peggy's Cove, a favorite tourist destination for those who want to cut out a slice of quiet in their lives. An old light-house, huge boulder rocks, a sleepy rustic fishing village, and the mighty Atlantic is what draws people here.
We all sat on one huge rock and with dolak and mrdanga drums, harmonium, hand, and tambourine we sang devotional songs (bhajans). People were attracted and came closer to us as the sun sank into the infinite water.
25 kms
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