Winnipeg, Manitoba
A single goose, heard and not seen, flew above me as I sat on a park bench to chant some gayatri mantras. Once done I continued my walk-in-progress along the Assiniboine River. The air was more crisp today. Joggers passing by made that 'crunch crunch' sound over the hardened snow. Those sounds will change to 'splash splash' once the sun peeks over the prairie horizon. The road's surface sparkled with the fresh frost under municipal lights. Snow banks are reduced to the heights of ant hills. All is good!
I wish that hearts would melt and that we all start the flow, the journey back home, to Godhead.
It was a grand day for confessions. Sincere hearts wanted to release a pressure that was hurting. Revealing one's mind in confidence is a way to begin the healing. I appreciated the openness from the confessor. I don't mind being in on the pain, if it lightens the burden for someone.
There is struggle everywhere in the world, usually stemming from a wrestling with the senses, dwelling over objects and then submitting to these urges. At least we should put up a good fight. Even if we lose, we did fight and that is heroic in itself.
Here's what really made the day special. Among visitors today was a south Indian neurologist, Dr. Daksinamurty, who moved to Canada in 1964. With an occasional business related trip to New York with his brother one fine day they were walking on 26 Second Avenue when they heard from a store front, 'ching, ching, ching'. They looked over and saw a swami with a bunch of American youths blissing-out on chanting. They went in. That was the time of the dawning of the Hare Krishnas. The doctor and his brother were charmed each time they went.
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