Farmers
Farmers might be considered stewards of
the earth as long as too much damage is not done to the soil, the waterways and
so forth. During the course of our short
jaunt we met a lively turkey farmer. For
the life of me, I couldn’t understand his accent. When it comes to Guyanese folks’ speaking I
must put my ear close and maybe ask them to repeat the message as well as to
slow it down. This very animated man was
delighted that we would take his photograph in the midst of his flock and that
we would send it around the world. In
our keen interest to communicate with him I dare not ask what he will end up
doing with the poor things- the turkeys. I do appreciate though, that he’s a man of
God. This was obvious by how well he
took to Drona, Raphaldo, and I all dressed in dhotis.
We also connected with Steve. Steve saw
us down the road, some six kilometers, on his way home from work, we were in
his neighbourhood. The strategy of
walking to get people’s attention is a technique that works. Steve was on his bike now and he stopped out
of curiosity. So we chatted about spirituality.
Drona and I also did the same in the
Berbice area. We just walked up and down
streets, met people, asked their names, took photos with them and left them
with mantra cards. As we would leave
them they would start chanting, especially the children, most probably for the
first time.
To a fully capacitated home, owned by
Arjun, I spoke from the Bhagavad-gita 10.9 on the topic of counteracting gossip
by conversation about the Supreme. At
this night-spot it was astounding how people responded to the message and to
the kirtan. Very successful! People
responded to a relevant topic- gossip.
May the source be with you!
5km.
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