Thursday, July 16th, 2015

Thursday, July 16th, 2015

Moundsville, West Virginia

Relief!

Night time travel since Monday on interstate highways leads one to believe that America is a culture of trucks and cars, expansive roads, roaring engines and high-speed movement. Would this be the life of a trucker?  You might be wondering, “Is this life?”  It almost seemed that way to Kalyapani, a friend and one of our bus drivers, and I when looking at the distance we covered and seeing and hearing what is out there.  It wasn’t until we reached the quiet and green of New Vrindavan Village just outside Moundsville that the flip side of the U.S. was revealed to us.

Of course, we’ve been here before.  You have the tendency to forget though that there are zones where deer and raccoons reign, where plants graciously crawl and explode in a silence that is sweet.

Everyone felt it.  The whole bus crew felt it.  It was a change to charm. A transition from transmission. What a relief!

I personally had a moment with Vrindavan Das, one of the managers, and it appears to me that he’s quite serious about setting up a large dinner banquet in Butler, Pennsylvania, the place where or guru, Srila Prabhupda , first started his mission in humble circumstances.  Set for October of this year, it will co-ordinate with my arrival, on foot, into the town.  For those not aware, it will be fifty years since the swami, our guru, came to Boston, Massachusetts.  All are welcome to join the walk.

 

May the Source be with you.

3 km