A Superstar? Right you are all shine on, like the mosquito hawk that flew through the Tulasi circumambulation this morning. Bhakta Blade was so freightend that he jumped from one side of the room to the other through the whole kirtan. His holiness opened the door and tried to convince the hawk to go that way but that just wouldn't do. The mosquito hawk kept flying while Bhakta Blade became more jumpy and freighted. Summoned all his courage and opened the back door and as the hawk took that as a chance to escape, he performed a dance as if he'd driven the snakes from Ireland. That just the beginning of the full moon day that sees Gandharvika and Giridhari with toe tickling garlands on their pink, white and silver outfits.
Pedaling on the giant ocr1 usual mahamuni's afternoon post box run. Twenty-four miles, twenty-four reasons for pedaling, deity shopping but no significant mail. Then all the post office and snob seem to fade into the town's scene and all the folks still haven't heard the news. The warm weather has brought out hundreds of pedalers in all kinds of dress pedaling for all kinds of reasons. The gecko says hey and the jazzercise, the harbor and the windmill all go by. On the wharf road a driver seams to have a comment but over his rap I can't (refuse to) hear. Back for the sandhya when a salamander had to be chased out of the temple much like the mosquito hawk this morning
the warm nights are back, at least for now so tonight in their Lotus Nails, the Deities dance all night.