I’m getting invitations to
various locations. North Carolina, Montreal, Minneapolis, the Canadian
Prairies, and overseas. One friend of mine asked me to come to Florida. “Just
walk all the way down from Toronto,” he urged facetiously.
“I don’t have a problem going
southbound for the long haul. The issue is the border. It can get tense between
Fort Erie and Buffalo.” In one sense I’m ready to go and, when and if I get to
some destinations, I’m confident of the good time I’ll have because everywhere
I go there will always be engagement in devotional service.
I am not a super fan of Gandhi,
but I do believe he did and said some noble things, such as “the meaning of
life is service.” Bang on! He was right. Wherever I go I will be routine
oriented. I will follow my sadhana, my regulations, because that’s
always good for the brain. The spiritual practice, in and of itself, such as
chanting, is good for my soul. Besides that, it is a pleasure to execute. “It’s
fun,” so says Krishna, in the Bhagavad-gita, Chapter nine.
Part of my daily regimen is to
walk wherever I am; whether I’m in Buenos Aires, Hawaii, or India, I have to do
my walk, even though it’s embarrassing by meagre distances these days. To wind
up the day, I ventured along in the neighbourhood at, negative ten degrees
Celsius. After yesterday’s melt and thaw, everything froze again. Everything
glistens with sun in daylight and city lampposts at night. The ice is bumpy,
dangerous, but shines like anything.
It’s always good to look at the
bright-side of everything.
May the Source be with you!