Wednesday,
October 12th, 2016
Vrindavan,
India
Big
Brother and the Clapping Co.
After
two lengthy plane rides and a three hour drive via taxi to Vrindavan, I arrived
at the Krishna Balarama Guest House. It
was 3 a.m. and I was tired. I tucked
myself into bed and had a decent slumber.
My
main reason for the visit was to see one of my older brothers—not biological—but
a spiritual brother whom I looked up to when I first became a monk. He donned robes and practices of renunciation
before I did. He’s dying from cancer and
having his last months, weeks and days here in Vrindavan, one of the most
sacred places in the world.
It
was good to see him, and he looks better than I thought he would. He seemed in good spirits and to raise those
spirits even more, he had arranged a kirtan group to come to his quarters for
chanting. Most of those participants
were faithful Krishna devotees from China.
It
was my intent to get some walking in for some of the evening, seeing that two
days in air and car had restricted me.
Now, the melodious chants compelled me to stay, and my big brother
wouldn’t let me go. The session started
in late afternoon and continued for three hours. Redeemingly, foot-work was used in the form
of dance, and for a good portion of the time aggressive clapping in-time became
an optimum work-out for the hands.
When
hands are activated, organs of the body do well, just like when feet are
mobilized, so many human body parts reap the benefit and get stronger. Perhaps hand clapping could be considered a
kind of walking?
May
the Source be with you!
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