Varadero, Cuba
By the Cuban Ocean
I could swear I was in Vaikuntha
(heaven). White sands, aqua-coloured water calm as anything, the sky boasted
multiple blues to purples. The air was clean.
It was 7am when Ugresh, Urvi,
Vallabha, Emile and I dove into the sublime liquid of ocean minerals. We were
submerged, as were the school of fish milling around our legs. We were early.
Practically no one else was out.
It’s understandable. There is entertainment at the resort and rum is freely
given, so judging by the night excitement and noise levels that become subdued
at midnight and beyond, not everyone is going to be up as the sun peaks over
the horizon.
We chanted in the ocean and
stayed there until we determined that our sadhana was complete. It’s
actually wise to keep to the water. The insects at this hour are voracious with
their appetite.
From there our group left for
breakfast. I passed on that one. No breakfast for me. I have no agni
(fire) at this time. My stomach gets stoking at 12 noon. I took this down time
as an opportunity to write some poetry on the topic of “family.”
What conjured up this theme, I’m
not sure. I always believed in strong family. Perhaps I got somewhat charmed by
the domestic interactions of people on the island of Cuba. Of course, it’s not
perfect here; even amongst the families of bhakti there is a bit of
“do-si-do-ing” going on; people changing partners. It seems to be a trend,
world-wide.
May the Source be with you!
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