Eating at the Park
A palm reader asked if I would extend my right arm for a volunteer reading. It was a kind gesture on her part. No charge.
“Your health is pretty good. Your determination is strong… Late night pizza. You might cut down.”
“‘Pizza’ was just an expression, but too much food sitting there in the tummy, some evenings, is a reality. In any event, breakfast is not often on the agenda for me. All these programs with prasadamare obligations, but I must learn to kindly bow-out more than less, and use determination.
Regarding food, that comes natural when at a Chariot Fest like the one today at Stanley Park. https://www.instagram.com/p/BmfKZkTAg9L/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=6oksbi3zk0f2Someone was good enough to secure two corn-on-the-cob, boiled with the husks on. I surely indulged after all the presentations were done. I gave one of those bhaktiaerobics lessons from the stage. It was great to see the participation by the fest goers. Even by brother, Paul, Joyce, his wife, and son, John, who came in the nick of time to take up the simple moves required over the djembeand mrdungadrums. Mantras were an integral part of the dance steps. https://www.instagram.com/p/BmfLE7ZgiVb/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=l00sso2rme4t
Once done, Paul and I took to eating. He had the veggie fried rice and halavah,and I took to corn—no pizza—which became a delicious end to the fest for us. Plans are in place for a family reunion with cousins tomorrow.
May the Source be with you!
6 km
Please remember the Men’s Retreatfor October 5th-7thin New Vrndavana, West Virginia!
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