Ujjain, India
Happy Rain…
Happy rain has been
falling from the sky. It’s a cleanser,
no doubt. Walking is somewhat restricted to pacing my room—room 112 in the
guest house. I’ve been good, attending meetings, and on time. Our body of
leaders, approximately thirty-five to forty, are mainly discussing more
effective and efficient ways to manage and make good decisions.
Ujjain is that place
where five millennia ago, Sri Krishna took His education as a boy. I’ve been
meditating on what I am learning at the meetings. The information is valuable. There’s
good stuff here—a bit of an overload. I’m now 65; most of my comrades are 70 or
approaching. Because I’m human, I am retaining not all of what’s being said or
being handed out to me as take-home material.
I’m learning pastimes
for sure.
I’ve been sitting
under an AC unit, directly. Everyone else is stuffy in our conference room.
Both in the morning
and evening, I’ve been asked to lead kirtan.
Taking a hold of the microphone and moving from my lips to my legs offers me a
break from the sitting routine.
My assistant is a native
of Bengal—Suta Goswami Das. He is someone to be proud of. He really is helpful
and I’m thinking to get him to come to Canada with me. We could use someone
like him to not only assist me but to spend time in cultivating the spiritual
lives of immigrants of Indian origin, along with being an inspiration to young
locals. May it come to pass.
May the Source be with
you!
5 km
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