Give Tanks of Thanks
I’m back in TO, and to accompany me on a blissful 5:30 a.m. walk through posh Rosedale were some visitors—monks from Montreal. It’s Thanksgiving Day in Canada and so it’s a perfect way to say thanks to the Creator for the trees, air and fresh smells of the morning. People are sleeping and are tucked in after weekend aggrandizements. This means peace prevails. Yes, it’s very Godly outside. We need more of this.
Do Krishna monks enjoy a dinner on this day? Most definitely. For our local crew, an invite had come from a Mauritian family. Samosas with cilantro chutney, yarrow, asparagus soup, Chinese noodles, as well as dragon fruit for desert, were everyone’s yummies.
The last time I had a meal with the family, the Kathas, I dined with a Buddhist monk who was residing in the building, and that was nice. It’s always wholesome to eat and talk over exchanges of the spirit.
A second meal was in honour of Godbrother (Go Bro) Vaisesika, who comes here charitably with his time twice a year to enthuse all in the noble act of sharing the wisdom of the Bhagavat.
Between those meals, it was necessary to recuperate from a lengthy drive of eight hours through the states of West Virginia, Pennsylvania and New York, until we reached the vibes of Canada—always a little quieter. Thanks!
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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