Tuesday, October 23rd, 2018

Amsterdam / Toronto

On Ground In Air

Long day.  Long waits. Delhi.  Amsterdam.  Then Toronto Airport.  New computers at customs.  No paper. Just pressing some buttons.  A long enough indoor walk to the outside. Time to think.  What did I think?  I remembered several brahmacharis coming to me on the last day at Kanpur. Those monks were saying, “We’ll miss you,” because we had the best times before the deities of Krishna.  We were singing and we were swinging with new moves—for them and me—dancing for God.

I’ll miss the readings in the morning.  The leader, Devakinanda, usually reads a page, a verse, a purport, to the assembly, but he just handed the Bhagavatamto me each morning.  A different voice I guess.

Also, special soup was made for me each day since I fell sick the first day.  Good soup. Good prasad.

From Kanpur to Lucknow, I had the good company of Australian monk, Ramai Swami, as a companion. We reflected on the week of talks.  ‘Constitution’ was one topic.  Yamala from Delhi was with us, too.  We made the drive over the Ganges to a quaint airport—the kind we like.

I walked little this long day.  With no baggage, I can do the long corridors of Amsterdam, but the wheels on a suitcase won’t take it.  While there, I met these groups of acquaintances from Toronto who were on their way to Delhi—not known to each other, but now they are; since they saw my saffron, it pulled us all together.

What did we say? Well, everyone’s not that happy about the lax Canada cannabis rules.  There’ll be problems.  Always in this world, there’ll be problems.  Know how to ride them.

May the Source be with you!

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