Tuesday, March 4th, 2025
Srikakulam, India
On a daily basis, I am receiving in the neighbourhood of a dozen garlands – a way of welcome, an etiquette to honour a sadhu (a monk). You can’t beat the fragrances of the flowers in India. It’s quite a treat. One receives these strings of lovelies when entering a home, an institution, a temple, often two or three at a time. It adds up. Also, when one sits down to give a class.
It was two classes today. The morning one involved pastimes (my personal ones) with our guru, Prabhupada. The second one was at the convention hall next to Sunrise Hotel. After Bharai Ramesh sang in praise of Balaji and Ram, I was asked to speak about the power of chanting. I guess you could say it was part two, since I projected the message the night before.
It appears that people are intrigued to hear from a white swami. It’s something different. The audience was quiet. They were listening.
I have also been receiving pens. The good Lord Krishna knows I like to write. Yes, every day I put my pen to paper for the daily blog for The Walking Monk, in addition to the poetry for a new book. Even during Bharati’s singing, I got my pen out for a poem. I meant no disrespect to him. I get this passion that pushes to an obsessiveness.
Our leading man for the drama, Parama Karuna, got hit by sickness. He needs rest. The prasadam has been improved – no hot stuff. The troupe is happy. The weather is hot and humid. I’m finding it tough to venture into walking. Two minutes in and you are sweating to pieces.
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!
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