Friday, June 17th, 2016
In Beverley, On A Hill
We have left the road and hung walking shoes for the weekend. Our small crew of three comprised of Gopal, Uttama, and I. We were off to a promised, eventful alumnus of sorts. Young followers of bhakti-yoga, a second-generation, are converging at a retreat in the hills of West Virginia. I don't have to walk there to be part of it. Gopal is driving, and on the way we opted for a slight detour to see his mum.
I mildly chastised Gopal for not coming to visit her at least once a month. Just because you are on a spiritual program doesn't mean you can't be grateful. Of course everyone is busy, but let us all put attention to prioritizing. Parents are important, especially if there is cultural congeniality. What then prevents us from being personal?
Gopal's mum is a gem. She took this gutted house and put her elbow-grease into it. She did the walls, ceilings, and floors. She led us to her garden. Wow! If there is anything that makes a person more down-to-earth, it is developing your garden - a fast-growing hobby in America. Her name is Dayna, a lovable personality.
By mid-day we had arrived at New Vrindavan, the retreat place. Reconnecting with people, advising, taking advice – all of these activities consumed my day. To my sadness, I could not even put in a mile.
May the Source be with you!