Moncton, New Brunswick
A fourteen year old asked her dad, "Who are those guys in beige from head to toe?"
And the dad answered the best he could. "It looks like they're going through some Shakespearean script. Intense monks or something!" (at Killarney Lake).
I was having a peaceful conversation with Etienne and daughter, Kunti—more of a pep talk about devotional service in a park—when a bunch of young boys and a girl stormed in with wheeled devices. "Loud" would be an understatement to describe their behaviour.
"Take care, guys!" I said, as we moved on to a more quiet zone.
"Yeah!" yelled one of the boys.
"Have a good time getting ready for school!"
"That will never be," said the most boisterous one. (in Moncton)
During a rainfall, Samuel and I were walking when a voice caught our attention, "Hello!" So we stopped. A woman bearing an umbrella asked, "What do you believe?"
"Where does Jesus fit into all of this?"
"He fits!" I said.
"Is he the only begotten son?"
"If God is our heavenly father then He has all of us as His children—many sons, and daughters too!"
"Hmmm! I'd like to know more.” So, we obliged her with an invitation card for the weekly Sunday sangha. (street in Fredericton)
For indoor interaction today, the boys and I made it to Mastika Boutik for a presentation with yogis in their Zen Room. We chanted. It was blissful. (Dieppe/Moncton)
May the Source be with you!