Vrndavana, India
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!
4 km
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