St. John's, Newfoundland
Today in Newfoundland
I had the good fortune to get onto the East Coast Trail.
It's rugged and rocky. You have to watch
your step. There's a cold ocean next to
you, way down.
Marshall and I had spent a brief time at Memorial U., in the
food court. It's astounding how many
students are from India. They favourably
responded to our harmonium and mrdunga playing.
They are respectful and warm. My
advice to them is: "Don't sacrifice what you know spiritually over your
studies. Gain that balance."
I think it's appreciated.
Jan, Gordon and Susan took us to Quidi Vidi Village, always
a favourite spot. Both Jan and Susan
stayed on with us for kirtan chanting at the corner of George and Water
Streets. Good response! There's a constant flow of pedestrians.
Now the streets in St. John's are interesting. They curve, go up and down, even sideways (so
it seems). It's a bit like San
Francisco. We were playing our
instruments sitting or standing, on an angle.
Furthermore, next to us was a soapstone carver. His device was blowing stone dust in the air
which created a slippery dynamic on the sidewalks. On top of that, his buddy sat puffing out
clouds of marijuana. You can imagine how
we chanters felt—high and slippery. It
was a unique location, just across from "The Yellow Belly Brewery."
Sheeshan is just wonderful.
He usually goes out on the street solo, chanting fearlessly. The whole town seem to know him. He is a Mauritian. It's a country no one has even heard of until
they meet him.
May the source be with you!
5km
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