Wake Up With Water
Anywhere in a holy place in India, the first sounds you are most likely to hear are those of bells ringing and water splashing. The water is pouring out from showers nearby and filling the provided buckets for the ultimate dumping of H2O beginning with the top of the head.
Folks in India are committed to the bucket approach. Pilgrims from elsewhere stick to the traditional shower.
Once sunlight makes an appearance, birds come alive and the world follows, or so it seems.
I made my visits today. One was to see my ailing friend, Gunagrahi Swami, who’s been fighting cancer. I also met Peter from California, a dear friend, who says he is physically deteriorating. I lunched at Param’s pad, or home. Nice Punjabi parathas. His back yard is crawling with white bunnies and scurrying chipmunks. Cute!
Today was special, also, in that our group performed twice. “Many Mothers, Many Fathers” delighted the boys of the Bhaktivedanta International Gurukula School and a second audience, the general public, packed the house, as well, for a mesmerizing show. The actors are becoming quite accomplished, and because they are, we treated them to an all-out dinner at the MVT Restaurant. Here you get eastern / western cuisine.
The group /troupe was very deserving.
May the Source be with you!