March 25
Let's go out to a play or should we go and catch a show? Syama, Nila and Aruna are LIVE at the arena of pure consciousness. It's black, blue and pink with a little purple mixed in. Giridhari has one of his most experimental jackets in this outfit, kind of inside out pleats that are a bit big.
The leis are wild yet tasteful today. “My boy thought the one with the irises should be for Giridhari” the maker told me as I opened the curtain to show that in fact He had taken that one.
Faster than a toffee nose shouting “fragment!” Respecting the ratha bhojana-vrksa as a powerful force pedaling onto the main road along to the bridge over the highway under construction. The petroleum-guzzling beasts force me to the whaler's detailing center. Then it's along to the post office around the dog wash to meet the gecko as we planed yesterday. He takes me by Mr. Kong's; he says he loves our bodies, to avoid the triangle and sprint around the harbor. Between the lakes is a group of sufferers crossing over and back. Tracing the east cliff over a special pedaler's path but today there are joggers, muggers and thieves to keep us honest. The opal takes us to the soccer pitch and beyond. The toad has his stopwatch out as we pass. A trailer court is on the right and we continue to where he takes a left to get back to his shop and I go right to get back for the sandhya. On to where the guys doing their road work are setting up a stoplight. Crossing with the light to the long and winding to thank the tree for such a fun session.
And who should come ridding into town this evening? Why that's Vamsi dasa babaji, on a horse of a different color entering Manakati Mani Puri and he's talking like a pirate about how Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are enjoying the beginning of spring.