Sunday, June 2nd , 2008

Sunday, June 2nd , 2008 – Wiarton, Ontario, Canada

It was a spontaneous reunion with friends whom I shared time with in the early days of the ashram. Garuda, Gopan and Drupada were all senior to me in the early seventies when we gave up our wants to serve Krishna in the simplest of ways. It means early rising, the cold shower in those crammed quarters and the missionary functions of greeting the public on the street the incense sales and kitchen duties at the then temple.
It is natural to speak of the past and the passions for spreading a higher consciousness to the world. The world has changed since that time of greater innocence. The dysfunctional family has increased, so has crime, lawyers have become more wealthy at the expense of human frailty our world is more filthy and ego-centric. Yet on the plus side in many of the world’s sections, racism has decreased, vegetarianism creeping to the mainstream and the average person contemplates life as a monastic at least at some stage in their life.
Our time at the Bruce Cave Trails with there generations of Krishna folks was a relaxing stroll to discover trilliums, leeks (wild onions), fresh air and holding our interest the most was a tiny bat with an injured wing. He took well to our sweet cherry for food and to our mantras for his liberation.
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