Memories of Krishna
BY: SUN STAFF
May 14, 2012 CANADA (SUN) We recently came across an old blog posting from 'Vantripper', published in February 2005. It's a nice reminder of the positive impact Harinama has on people who hear the transcendental sound vibration of Hare Krsna Hare Krsna Krsna Krsna Hare Hare, Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare.
While we can't wish away ISKCON's problems or keep them hidden from view, we can keep working to solve them while also strengthening the image of the Hare Krsnas in the public eye, by increasing our Harinama Sankirtana presence in every town and village. We should be generating thousands of blog postings like this one, every day of the year, for the pleasure of Srila Prabhupada:
East Vancouver, British Columbia
"It's such a gorgeous night I just have to go driving. Because I have time on my hands, I take the slow way, the easy way to Commercial Drive checking the daffodils which are in full bud, poking four or more inches out the ground. Snowdrops are in full bloom and crocuses are beginning to show purple and yellow along the edges of flower beds. Clusters of tulips and hyacinths poke their heads above leaf strewn gardens. Enjoying the view, I pull over to the curb to take a better look, window open as if it's a summer evening; not February and still technically winter. As the sun drops low in the sky birds are flocking; dozens of birds. I thought that birds only flocked together in autumn. Why haven't I noticed spring flocks in any of my 58 years?
A sudden chilly breeze sends brownish coverlets swirling from tree buds. I watch them rain down on the van window. Rolling up the window part way and pulling out into traffic I once again set out to get to Norman's Market before the 7:30 closure. I'm out of fruit and Norman's has the best deals on The Drive. As I pull in to the curb in front of the Chinese market, I hear singing. It takes me a minute to place the melody and I feel a smile spread slowly across my lips as a distant memory finally "clicks" in. A group of Hari Krishna devotees dressed in orange robes come bouncing along Commercial Drive singing praises to Krishna, little ones in tow by hand, babes dangling over mothers' shoulders. I sit peacefully in my van, watching the singers skip past the market vendors who are pushing their overflowing carts of fruit back inside for the night. I think about how beautiful my city is; how wonderful its people. I step down from the van onto the damp pavement. Krishna drums and finger cymbals fade off down the street. I am content. Everything's right in my world. And the night? The night is simply perfect."