The garlands were too old today so some last minute ones had to be made from the land. Roses for Mahaprabhu, labatira for Giridhari and a combination of the two for Gandharvika. In the end it just seemed to go that all the garlands fit with the dress each had. The supersoul is everywhere.
Ever since the temple moved here i've pedaled down to town. But not until the Kernel of Divine love took his spill have i heard so much cautionary notices. But still i pedal all along the east cliff and let the sufferer murti keep the view as all his aspirants come and go with their long boards too. Then quickly jumping past the monkey there across from the bus depot winding back up the road twisting past the bear and his old house the headquarters of the slaves of the beast and on letting the new home improvement store take shape along with the grocery and paint shop on to the asrama road and to the pravachan.
The lion's club met this evening. It was a little warm for such a heavy night dress still and all the fog may creep in on it's tiny feet making them happy they have the warmth of velvet.