Havana, Cuba
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Fishermen find this spot along the Malecon sea wall, to make their catch. They know that the predawn time is perfect for sending the line and hook into the sea. For Ananda and I, we find it ideal at this hour for walking and putting out our hook, the mantra. We could not fathom eating fish now. I left such consumption behind a half a century ago when dropping in to the fish ‘n chips eatery in downtown Chatham, the town where I was born.
At 10:00 a.m., we conducted a standard sadhana, a spiritual workout at Chaitanya Priya's home. At 3:00 p.m., we ventured off to Cobija Teatro to talk on "The Nature of the Soul," according to the Vedas. Kirtan took up half of our precious time in the Cultural district. The room was quite plain. "No money," said the director, a very animated sixty-eight-year-old woman.
I asked our musicians to sit in the centre of the stage, and the balance of us circle danced around. "This is the way it should be," I thought. "When synchronized with music, song and choreography, it becomes engaging, attractive and a happy experience."
The place is a hang-out for young artists. It's the kind of location we would like to be present at. The energy just thrives here.
On any off-time while in Cuba, I relish moments reading the book Chaitanya Bhagavat. This becomes fresh material for a new story, a new drama. Of course, it will involve walking and wandering mendicants, some who are real angels and some who are absolute pains in the butt.
May the Source be with you!
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