Better Hope, Guyana
Gets Better
With each passing day the padayatra just gets better. More participants is one of the reasons for
this. People have more time on Saturday.
Our procession started at a gas station and
we proceeded on from there along one straight and single road. There were no turns. The beat was strong and steady, coming from
the boys on the mrdangas. I commend them
for staying on and playing. The four of
them who began on the drums showed their stamina. There is something to be said about being steadfast. It is considered a quality of a saint.
The marching along was also steady. Now, I never saw the film, “Saturday Night
Fever,” but I recall the Toronto Star newspaper, years ago, comparing the
Sunday kirtan at the temple to the
energy of the dancing in the film. Mind
you, our dances at kirtan don’t get
sensuous, as I’m sure the dance steps likely were in the movie.
The culmination of our marching, drumming
and chanting was in the village of Better Hope, at a Hindu temple. The stage show highlighted drama, kirtan and talks by seniour people.
I’m one of them, I hate to say. Yes, I do live in somewhat of a denial
regarding age, but the truth is the truth.
For people in their 80’s or 90’s, I’m still a babe. For the young guys on the drums, I’m sure I
am perceived as old.
I never thought I would get “there” but I’m
“there” at 64.
A gorgeous shower of rain came and forced
all participants at the outdoor culmination, to gain the shelter of the
tent. It brought us close.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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