"Bhakta Blade!!!! You've got Gandharvika's sari on her inside out!" "Shut up Murka" Yeah it's those kind of exchanges that give this outfit it's name. As usual Giridhari has both peacock feathers dipped below his left eye and his turban is that very red pink. And it's clearly pink in the vision of the seamstress no matter what i may think. With the usual garland maker down in Mexico a lefty stepped in today and kept that section in the creativity spot light.
Well in the morning it was over the cobble stones and back. Those who i met along the way told me things like "pick up the pace then" Or pedaling in the overcast again huh?" Then the sun shows himself full and brightly and on down to the post box of Mahamuni then the snob hill, the village, wharf and opal cliff. Not many pedalers out today but those i see are of the hardest core variety. No fenders or umbrellas on their helmets just the gloves and maybe a poncho or light rain coat. They are out no matter what the weather and so today they were rewarded with a sliver of afternoon sunshine just big enough to get their two wheels through. The vaikalika and sandhya services are done with the young folks on hand.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? Here on this calm night that also seems to threaten rain the Deities are thinking to stay under the roof this evening and not wander out into the groves of the seva asrama.