In the first week of March, our east coast monks moved into a new home, now called KRSNA HOUSE. It's a modest house on top of a hill in the village of Sylvester.
The air is basically good except for when the smoke bellows out from the local pulp and paper plant at nearby Pictou. It's usually exceptionally good air. And the water is phenomenal. As is stated in the Gita, Sri Krishna identifies the sweet taste of water as His very self. Taste this H2O and you're tasting God.
And how about the people of Nova Scotia? Do they have a taste? Well the neighbours really seem rather accepting of the newcomer monks. One woman was struggling with starting her lawn-mower, so our guy, Daruka, went over to her, like a good samaritan, to assist her during our morning promenade from Maple Street.
In general our exchange with people faired well. In Celebration of our new place and reunion, our band of monks took to Spring Garden Road in nearby Halifax for kirtan on the grass at the library. Yet the highlight of the day was kirtan indoor at a community place called 'the Hub' in downtown Halifax. A good group turned up. Again, acceptance was terrific with the exception of an Oriental woman, manager of a restaurant below. She had not anticipated the singing, the drums and the dancing above.
"is this going to happen every Sunday?" she questioned in a frenzy.
"No," we answered, indicating that it was a special occasion. So, not everyone becomes a fully embracing welcomer. Such is the way of the monk, you recieve varying levels of hospitality.