Miami, Florida
The Day of the Iguana
Iguanas by the dozens were taking in the rays in the sun, just being very stoic until P. Krpa and I started walking in their territory. They went scurrying about here and there until they came to that lagoon, taking shelter of its waters or the trees nearby. Their speed disallowed candid pics. We were at Virginia Beach.
Instead of attempting to get some time in walking, we opted for the swim. Unfortunately the water is shallow. I was content to get some mobilization in. Can't complain. P.K.'s massage on the legs helped. At Rasalila's home some friends and family came. When in Miami almost anywhere in the city there is a strong Hispanic presence, origins from just about any place in South America, Central America and the Caribbean. My presentation was in English. Using the same formula as the previous night's sangha, we have food—great lasagna—reading, discussion and kirtan. It's just the perfect fix for a summer evening. Bhakti-yogisdo know how to party in the absence of drugs, liquor, sex and hopefully gossip, thank God.
A storm did rip through the city in the late afternoon. Builders across the street, from the loft I'm staying in, responded to nature. The lightning, thunder and hail shooed them away. Mangoes came crashing down. It is that season, and it makes one thankful despite the heat which becomes unbearable. There is always some consolation.
If there is one topic that surged forth as significant at Rasalila's place, it was gratitude. Expressions of gratitude will always be an obligation.
May the Source be with you!
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