Champaign / Omaha
Long Drive
A brisk walk for thirty-five minutes was
all I could squeeze in before the long haul to Omaha, Nebraska. Our Ford Freestar appears good on gas. That is a tension reliever, for sure.
After eleven hours of driving on Interstate
80, we reached our destination, the home of Vanamali, our doctor friend. I had time to reflect on the previous day,
which was Mother’s Day. In some unique
way, I rendered some service to my godsisters in New Vrindavana, West
Virginia. It was lunchtime and the
preparations were divine, for lips and tongue.
I had the great honour to take the preps around and carefully spoon out
those great works of art in the form of prasadam
(sacred food).
It was so heartwarming. As a monk (a swami), I’m usually the
recipient of kind gestures from many people, whether on my walks or during
regular duties. In a sense, it was a
meagre gesture, but it was touching for my sisters who are all in their 60s or
older.
“You don’t have to do that,” said one of
the ladies.
“Oh, yes I do! This is indeed a special day and mothers of
the world, who are terrific, and nurture, deserve every bit of reciprocation they are
offered.”
These ladies, by the way, were like their
brothers who pioneered a consciousness of Krishna in the western world. Tomorrow, I begin to walk the first few steps
of ISKCON’s 50th celebration.
Yes, love of Krishna made a stand in ’66 in the west, and in ’67 it
actually went to the west coast when our guru, Srila Prabhupada so kindly
offered a unique brand of bhakti yoga.
May the Source be with you!
3 km
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