The City of the Oilers
Our evening was interesting. After the Saskatoon Fest, Kasyapa, the organizer, took to the steering wheel and drove our talent troupe to Edmonton. Quite the sacrifice for him. We left at 10:40 p.m. and were led by GPS to Highway 14, as the most direct route. It was also the most remote.
At 1:30 a.m., we ran into difficulty—a flat tire. It took a while to find the spare. Our van was borrowed. Anyway, after changing tires, we finally made it home at 5:00 a.m., then were up by 9:30 a.m. and all prepared for Edmonton’s Chariot Fest.
It was another scorcher at 30 °C.
The audience so much resonated with our magic, and the drumming and dance lessons. Thanks to Bala Krishna for assembling the whole program. I met some of the dignitaries, an MLA, and a Minister. They were thrilled to be with us, chanting, feasting and all.
I made connections with Conner and family, his dad, mom, sister and brother. Conner has this good intelligence and is enthused to read the books of Prabhupada, in addition to learning the bhajansongs of bhakti yoga.
It is usually in Edmonton that I go to have my clothes dyed. The local pujarisees to it that they come out with a greater intensity of colour. I was left with my swimming trunks to roam with Conner and Ananda in the South-Gate Mall area; an area full of shopping and dining opportunities for the Saturday day and evening public. It is hardly a place for pedestrians. In every direction, there are parking lots.
Lord, give me trees and pathways.
May the Source be with you!