Odessa / Vienna / Toronto
Leaving the Ukraine
Odessa doesn’t have a huge airport. The person at customs was a bit of a stickler. My tube of toothpaste was too large, although little paste was left. That had to go in the trash. My bar of soap was too used. “New, new, must be new!” He was about to trash that and its container when three female devotees just ahead of the queue convinced him that there’s no harm. Finally, my nifty stainless steel container for my tilakwas about to be thrown in the can when the girls saved the day. What to do? Customs can go overboard. They can get rough and tough, more than there needs to be.
Flying today was good. The day was long—an extra eight hours—not terribly rough. I reflected on the good week in the Ukraine. There was a harshness and gentleness simultaneously. In the Kirtan Standard Seminar which I conducted, we encouraged a gentleness. At one point I asked volunteer women, then men to make a pose that would capture the grace and gentleness of the famous monk, Sri Chaitanya, and His associates. As chanters in suspension, they held poses that would convey this quality. Please view the images.
Finally I arrived home to participate in the program “Radhastami,” the birthday of Sri Radha, Krishna’s consort.
May the Source be with you!
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