Bust the Bubble
Five members of our little travelling roadshow, the Vedic Mace, came by my accommodations to say farewell, before their eighteen-hour drive back home. They had happy and grateful faces. Their ten-day excursion was about to come to an end.
Another vehicle of five left at 4:00 a.m. this morning, for a long jaunt through some of the prettiest scenery in Canada—along Lake Superior. For them it was pleasant good-byes as well. However, for myself, I was to stay on for more nectaras we say. The nectar or juice is not over. It will be onward to Winnipeg by Greyhound bus, along with magician Dattatreya and wife, Radha. For now, I decided to walk the eight kilometres to the Sanskriti India Bazaar to have darshanof the deities of Krishna, and then to follow up with a talk from the Gita, 2.67, to what could be a small turn-out. Yesterday’s “Festival of India,” took a lot of energy out of volunteers, and if anyone shows up for the usual Sunday program at 4:30 p.m. that would surprise Prem Kishor and I.
I trekked my way through and discovered “Recreational Trail.” I like those pathways that have informative plaques along the way, telling of what particular wildlife, flora and fauna live there, and what is their typical behavior or characteristics—the raven, the skunk, the beaver, the cattail, the raccoon, etc. Of course, human behavior is automatically evident when you come upon a pedestrian. Some are very much in the present, and some are enveloped in thoughts that are very private. I do find it’s best to burst the bubble and see as well as feel what’s actually going on around you.
May the Source be with you!