Tuesday, February 25th, 2025
Mayapura, West Bengal
My walking companions liked my adaptation of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”. Our new recruit from Quebec, Frances, liked it, too.
“My dear Frances has a farm, e-i-e-i-o. And on his farm he has some cows, e-i-e-i-o. With a moo-moo here, and a moo-moo there, here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo-moo…” etc. It got everyone laughing despite the language barriers among us.
The thing is that the place where we were for our longest walking break was a shelter for bulls. Like their counterparts, they enjoy the massage at their flappy necks. That, and the cucumbers Suta brought along, were their favourites.
Our troupe had warmed up for tomorrow’s last, last performance after the walk. The wheel needed oiling. What I find great about the actors at this point in time is their development of character. Their delivery, a mere rehearsal, is beginning to become real. It is magical.
One of our players from Africa, Boikanyo, is having some knee issues, so I arranged an appointment for him at the Mayapura Community Hospital. I decided to accompany him to make sure all is taken care of. The appointment for him was set up by Keshava Senior, the same Keshava from Canada, former temple president of ISKCON Toronto. A second visit to the growing clinic was required. While waiting for that stretch, I crafted a new poem, “Mayapura.”
Time should never be wasted. Service is always upon us. You just have to invite. Chanting “Hare Krishna” is a clear invitation that one wants to serve the Supreme. So, I also chanted in the patient’s chair.
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!
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