In Plainfield
It just so happened that not an inch did I walk but flying
took place. That doesn’t count, however, even though miles were put in going
from Toronto to Newark
Viratrupa was there at Newark Airport Krishna
temple. To please the crowds, (devotees have come from all around) I was asked
to present a drama of the organizer’s choice, Blue Mystic.
I was happy to see the actors I selected turn up. There were
two from Montreal , one from Michigan ,
one from North Carolina , two from Toronto
“Blue Mystic” takes one to ancient times and to Northern
India where Krishna ’s life is described up to
the point of conquering evil in the form of Emperor Kamsa. For many of the
onlookers who came upon our rehearsal, it became a transporting of place and
time.
By 9 PM our practice concluded with three yummy meals wedged
in through the day (we are spoiled). Viratrupa drove me to his lovely home and
showed me directions how I could walk the return journey on foot the next
morning. We passed by Walgreen’s and then turned a corner by the old model
train shop. That pokes at something nostalgic. Where do you find such a shop
where they sell electric trains? Just like where do you find an old drive-in
movie anymore? Or where do you find an old sundae shop with swivelling chairs
and old time ice cream? They are few and far between but they do exist.
More relevant is where do you find bhakti, devotion?
Answer, somewhere within the inner recesses of the heart.
May the Source be with you!
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