I Met Fellows
Mahaprabhu is a rather seasoned Vaishnava and is comfortably set in his orthodox ways in both looks and behaviour. He and I went for an evening trek through Rosedale, a neighbourhood of stately homes. With his stark white dhoti and almost-shocking, bold tilak on his forehead, set against a deliciously dark pigment, he could easily come across appearing tribal/terroristic in this established neighbourhood.
I believe that after thirty years of my floating through this hood (and I say that because I do feel light, and safe perhaps, in this residential nook) people have come to know me. But Mahaprabhu, well, he’s new and different. I’m proud of him for being a staunch monk. I assess him as such even though his visit to our ashram is short—two weeks.
Having spent a good long day in the ashram, I met with others, mostly fellows, who had come around to visit, to hear, to view, to eat—all things that happen at the ashram and temple. There was Michael Gilbert, a renowned photographer, who lives in both Paris and Hawaii, who came down for lunch at our Govinda’s. He told me of a photo assignment in Nepal, one April, when he was trapped in snow at a 14,000 foot altitude. Thought he was going to die. Then he started the mantra “Hare Krishna” and it gave him the fuel to keep walking down the mountain’s descent. Hope came to him.
I also met Nicolas from Florida who showed me his mantra card he’s had for years in his wallet.
Ryan from London, Ontario, also came by. He’s got that fascination for Krishna. And then there was Amit, smitten with love, going through a relationship crisis. “Chant!” Mahaprabhu and I told him.
May the Source be with you!