What to Say to a Thirty-Year-Old Son?
Tree frogs in the millions croaked all night, and in a more subdued tone, the crickets. Our rented home was just fine, and on stilts, like the rest of the houses on the east side of the island. This is so as to accommodate water snakes who cannot be inconvenienced when slithering from the creek to the lake. This is very progressive of the residents.
More participants came from Ohio and Toronto; add-ons to our already happy group. We all commenced with an AM sadhana,and our topic was mainly a discussion on Balarama, the divine brother of Krishna. The event calls for a half-day fast and so the meal at noon was memorable.
Our more intellectual side was stimulated through talk, our stomach through food, and our physical self through the trek to Fish Point. There you have two sets of waves coming at you.
During discussion time, a question came up. “I have a son who’s thirty, and he represents many people of his age who cannot accept the existence of a God, or a religion. [He says,] ‘Religions have messed up too many times.’ What do I say to my son?”
We suggested this answer. “I respect your belief, but if you can find it in your heart to be ethical by not eating animals that would be great.”
Our day ended with kirtanon the beach, with campfire, where vegan marshmallows were delightfully roasted.
May the Source be with you!
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