Mahaica, Guyana
Food and Bliss
One of the senior bhakti-yogis in Guyana is Paramatma, and he took me generously to his farm which he personally tends to. It's a paradise. Kerela (aka bittermelon), avocado, soursap, lauki (bottlegourd), grapefruit, oranges, string and long beans, pigeon peas, cassava, corn, papaya—you name it—he's got it all in the tropical line. He then treated me to a meal prepared by his good wife. OMG!
"This country is rich. You can grow anything, almost anything, here," he said proudly.
After landing, I had been in the country for only a few short hour and participated in the padayatra festival on foot through the village of Mahaica, before indulging in Paramatma's harvest of organic foodstuffs. All was good.
For the final segment of the fest today, the stage was complete with our young men and women chanting, and the more seasoned pastors and pandits speaking or preaching up a storm. I was called on by the master of ceremonies, Saci Suta, a sishya or student of mine. After three preachers said their bit on the theme of "Spiritual Solutions to Physical Problems," I opted for doing something different which included some yoga stretches and voice exercises, before mantras and jokes. The whole idea was to be interactive, expressive and inclusive. The biggest challenge was to get folks from the back and corner of the seating areas to fill up the space. Well, it worked. The seats got fully occupied and before you knew it, the audience participated in a more complete way. This was the mercy of God, of course. https://www.instagram.com/p/BtZAIsWgJpt/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1rz8df0rsu4su
May the Source be with you!
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