Last Dip
I slipped in some walking at nighttime with Jaya Keshava. I’ve known him since ’81. He’s always upbeat; a good companion for walking.
A cyclist zipped by. “Hare Krishna!” said he. We reciprocated, of course. When someone comes right out and says it, then it’s a real reinforcement.
Before I arrived in Toronto I stopped in to see my sister, Rose Ann, and brother-in-law, Jim. Vintage books are what they sell in their shop in Chatham. I browsed through their counter-culture material. It’s a good stock. Chatham is where I was born, and I was happy to see—when Gaurav and Khush drove me through the downtown—that a major yoga studio has a prominent presence on the main street.
Where I launched from, in today’s travels, was Pelee Island, and from there I took the opportunity to have a last dip in the lake with three out of the fifty members who had come for the retreat; any excuse was good for cooling down on these hot, steamy days.
After breakfast we managed to have an on-the-grass sit-down discussion on the Bhagavatam,from Canto 10. The focus was Krishna. Who else would it be?
I feel as if the weekend was most fruitful. You could put the retreat we just had in Pelee Island in a “Devotee Care” category. The fun, the food and the fuel for facing maya, the illusion, was a great exercise. Much needed.
May the Source be with you!
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