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Saturday, August 15th, 2026 Saint John/Moncton, New Brunswick AT THE PORT CITY Where land and sea meet And sun and fog greet The gulls do squawk And the cruises will dock The port city is alive And the tide did arrive Three monks on foot passed by A motorist who said “Hi!” He goes by the name Sahil Who’s missing his mom’s meal He was on the call When she was cooking dahl She was ten hours ahead A call from India, he said I am one of those monks A witness in the street of drun

Friday, August 14th, 2026 Saint John, New Brunswick Saint John is a port city off the coast of the Atlantic where cruisers dock and sea gulls squawk. It is where land and sea meet, where sun and fog greet. On this day my two wonderful companions and I spent time (a.m.) in Fredericton walking trails and exploring purports. It was in the late afternoon that a function for spiritual seekers was held in Saint John. Nakula, a life coach for men, was our host at a Catholic communit

Thursday, August 13th, 2026 Fredericton, New Brunswick Krishna sends me the coolest cats. It is my great pleasure to spend the next few days with two cheerful chaps, happy chappies. As a sannyasi I have the obligation and privilege to have a companion or two. I reflect on the life of Chaitanya, who as a swami, was encouraged to have at least one assistant during his walking sessions, hence it was arranged by his well-wishers. That was a period in Medieval India. But I am in C

Wednesday, August 12th, 2026 Yorkville, Toronto It was my pleasure to award Rajani Sharma with a diksha name of Rohini Shakti. She is here in Canada on account of her son Nityananda, my assistant. When he first came to Canada there was no intent for him to get into devotional life. Now, as things stand, he is executing priestly duties and is the brahmin priest for the fire ceremony of his mom’s initiation. His dad, who also came from the Punjab in India, along with son, Tejas

Tuesday, August 11th, 2026 Silver Lake, Ontario James from Ottawa was my guy to take me back home — back to Toronto. I was intending to make the trip adventurous and with a pilgrimage quality to it. “Let’s break up this usual five hour drive,” I said to James. He was quite keen for a little recreation. Through the perfect weather, rain overnight and sun, at a moderate temperature, was ideal for our car zipping through farm and rock country. At Silver Lake, off of a branch of

Monday, August 10th, 2026 Russell, Ontario Ontario is a province I’ve lived in all my life, although I won’t lie, I’m not in it a good amount of time. I’m a sannyasi, a monk, who has that obligation to travel. Though I am currently in the east end of the province, as I wrote the entry for today’s blog, I have become familiar with various portions of its territory and terrain. For any walker (or driver for that matter) it is rather stretched out. Someone called it “Longtario.”