Yonge St. & Centre Island,
Toronto
From Hiccups to Tears
We had hiccups. The sound systems
weren’t working for the procession at the three chariots, however some of our
young men visiting from other parts of North America compensated for this by
their booming voices. The sheer crowds that ended on the south-bound journey on
Yonge St were stunning. So, that was not the greatest issue as far as having a
successful fest. On the street and on the island, there was record breaking
attendance. I was surprised and, like others, was uncertain as to how the turn
out would be in a post-pandemic situation. Lo and behold, more people came than
ever before. It goes to show that we are all social animals. Perhaps a little
like a pride of lions.
Speaking of which, our drama
troupe, comprised of Bhakti Academy members, did a fantastic job. Once again,
some problems with the mic. Is there a curse here? Otherwise, bravo to the
troupe.
The annual fest has much to do
with chanting and feasting. I enjoyed seeing the books sold at the book tent.
My book, “The Saffron Path,” which highlights pilgrimage, was also moving like
crazy.
The most unfortunate aspect of
today was the news about the death of two good souls in the Donbass community;
the result of a missile being launched at a building where they distribute prasadam
for hundreds of Ukrainian refugees. Their names are Krishna Tattva and Madan
Gopal. Krishna, bless these great martyrs. I am in awe and tears.
May the Source be with you!
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