May Day Any Day
When you open the door to the guest room in ISKCON’s Georgetown branch during the early morning, you are always greeted by a warm wind. Of course, the Caribbean seas are just two blocks away, and you are on a second floor where, only in height, the odd palm tree stands between you and a muddy-watered ocean. There’s lots of pranain the air, always a wind, always a sun, or always a rain to meet you at some period of the day.
When you go ground level and people see a Hare Krishna on foot, they say, “There’s a Haribol!” And then they may come forward and ask, “Do you have some fudge?” Krishna devotees are known for having padayatras, fests on foot, where they hand out something like burfi. I couldn’t quite make it out. I was offered one yesterday, a visitor’s token, apart from being a swami. It seems to have some flour in it, besan(chickpea) flour perhaps. It’s nice. No wonder we are liked in Guyana.
For the evening, a lively sanghawas once again held at a household, the home of Krsna Jnan. I read from the verse on karma yoga. “Whatever great men do all the world pursues…” “How do we define great?” I asked.
“When you get spiritual. When you do the natural.” I elaborated on this by relaying some of my pastimes on the road in the U.S. last summer. Walking is for the body, and the simultaneous chanting is for the soul.
May the Source be with you!