Sudbury, Ontario
Back Where It Started
This is where it all began for me. My seed
for bhakti was planted on Yonge St., in Toronto, and Victoria, B.C.,
where I had brief encounters with Krishna monks. However, it was here in this
town, Sudbury, the nickel capital of the world, where my actual practice of
devotion began. That’s why I’m excited to be back. To arrive here hits some
sentimental nerves. It pushes emotional buttons. I met devotees during
Christmas in 1972.
First of all, I really like the airport. If
I say, it’s an incredible edifice. I’m being facetious, if not sarcastic. It’s
the size of a chicken-coop, a shack. You’re in. you’re out. I like that.
When I came out, I was greeted by northern
enthusiasts. “Northern” because they were standing in snow, but the term could
be misleading. The eight or so young, bright men all migrated here or are on
visas, having come from steamy India. Trained by one of our boys from Toronto,
initially, Dharshan, the sweet souls raised their arms and gave out a
boisterous “Haribol!” which means “chant the name of God.”
Locals who were also standing about waiting
for their arrivals were entertained by the boys’ reaction. I feel I’ll have a
good time here.
On a grave note, I wanted to mention that during
the earlier part of the day I attended the cremation event for our dear
Madhurya Lila, who gloriously left this world with loving family and friends
around her. The Brampton community will miss her very much; an example of a
fine devotee and human being.
May the Source be with you!
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