As i was putting Giridhari's crown on Him this morning it just didn't want to cooperate. i couldn't help sighing out loud. He who sang with joy the unending glories of our golden lord asked if i was alone. "Yes" i answered. "Oh, talking to the Deities I see". Weeelllll, i don't know about that. Just when i thought i was going to have them ready a little early that crown came along with a different idea. Yes, Saint Patrick's Easter came fashionably late today.
Pedaling along the road from the asrama the kernel of divine love overtook me. As i went about the course of my errands from the asrama to the hardware place i went to get a light bulb for the altar i returned to the asrama then pedaled on again. On my way i saw the kernel again. He was returning to the asrama this time perhaps he thought it strange to see me once again. i went on to the place where i heard the radicals once before. They got the bike lane they wanted and so don't speak there now. from there i went around the twin lakes to the usual places, the frog's gym, the opal cliff and the village. Then a loop around the hook to the sunny cove and a straight line back for the sandhya.
In the month of Kartik on the ninth day of the moon our Gurudeva appeared to save us all from going astray with tidings of the glories of our sweet home. This evening the Deities wear a night dress from one of those celebrations as they perform their pastimes with ever increasing happiness.