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Friday, November 14th, 2025 St. John's Newfoundland     When Nityananda and I landed at the St. John’s Airport, we were greeted by the welcome party of this city’s Vaishnav community with drum and cymbals.  The people behind it were Seshan, a Mauritian by country, and Jan Peters, my dear friend whom I’ve known for 30 years since my first walk in 1996.   We really felt at home when we had arrived at Seshan’s garage converted into a temple.  Several families were there with kid

Thursday, November 13th, 2025 Saint John, New Brunswick       Nakula and I hit the trail called Split Rock.  It is edged along the ocean’s coast.  It is very pretty, but the path was a bit rough for a simultaneous japa  meditation, so we switched and drove to the uptown on what is referred to as the Redpath which takes you along the commerce and residential area.  Impressive are the colonial buildings.  Also handsome is the theatre at King’s Square.  This 850 seater is a real

Wednesday, November 12th, 2025 Saint John, New Brunswick     When Nakula drove us to Rockwood Park within the city limits, I had one of those déjà vu flashes.  Back in the late 70s when our temples in North America were using a host of innovations to raise funds to maintain them, someone had come up with an idea to sell handcrafted candles made by our own devotees.  They were gorgeous pieces of craftsmanship and were popular with the public.  One time, Krsnadasa, a godbrother

Tuesday, November 11th, 2025 Saint John/New Brunswick     For most of us, the day is broken up into three parts – morning, afternoon, and evening.  How one initiates the day with a certain mindset impacts the rest of the day.  If my tone in the morning is one of adventure, anticipation, gratitude, welcoming, and meditative, it will likely carry throughout the rest of the day.   On that note of optimism, four of us, including Pierre, a local man of skill, integrity, and optimi

Monday, November 10th, 2025 Montreal/St. John     A long drive it was to the province of New Brunswick and to the loyalist city of Saint John.  Rain taxed us almost all day, but that did not create a certain boredom because we had each other’s association.  Nakula was the driver.  Nityananda and I were the passengers.  Nakula’s a life coach for men; the topic of socio/political concerns naturally occupied some of our time.  Nakula keeps himself busy with issues for men that l

Sunday, November 9th, 2025 Montreal, Quebec     A FIRST SNOW     A first snow With a mix of rain Twas months ago No cause to complain   I’m not the only one To make the sound The crunch is fun On a crisp/soggy ground   Footprints reveal more Have tread the trail There before In an inhale exhale   Pumping out breathe In excellent air That contradicts death On this night half fair   A man walked by With a hoodie on He cast no eye What could he have done?   Trees are ice cycled