A Disturbed World
Regina, Saskatchewan
Weather patterns are odd. By now prairie farmers would have seeds in the ground. Cold persists like never before although forecasters predict a baking summer ahead. In my mind rings a voice with a hindu accent humerously saying, “What to dooooo?”
Nature is running wild these days and so is the world. The national Post newspaper reveals front page news about the crazy race for North Pole occupancy. Canada and Russia have been neck to neck in the stake for what promises to be a northern region hotbed for minerals. The war in Sri Lanka appears to be drawing to a close leaving an indiginenous tamil community in disarry. Further agitation from Pakistan left one million people displaced from their homes in the haunting terrorism of the day.
Lots to think about while enroute by flight to home. Only, Kirtan, chanting, appears to appease the mind. An astounding devotee from Toronto Rupanuga, had arranged a satsang where monks and family folk had been invited for chanting at his home. It put a great cap on the day.
While I’m wearying with back pain and poison ivy rash I think of the much greater disturbed world around me. There is no guarantee that world unrest will end. It’s perpetual yet we do whatever we can to avert it or at least pray or act for damage control.
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