Just returned from a celebration of Hanuman Jayanti at Yoga On High in Columbus, Ohio. Yes, there are Hanuman devotees even in the heartland of America, along with the curious and uninitiated, and I am always more than happy to spread the gospel. I managed to condense the retelling of the Ramayana into about 20 minutes. It was such a riveting tale that no one fell asleep! A talented drummer by the name of Narada Wise came in from Canton, Ohio to accompany me as we played and sang songs in praise of Hanuman. Bruce Springsteen was also playing in Columbus tonight, so that might have cut into our attendance a little bit At 9pm we were 106 chalisas short of 108, but I was toast after teaching all day and had to call it a night. As I walked out into the chilly Columbus evening a fat, pink, beautiful full moon was just coming up over the eastern horizon. Hanuman might have mistaken it for a luscious fruit and jumped into the sky to gobble it up.
For the past 15 years I have been coming every April to teach for a week in Columbus and stay with my good friends Martha and Gerry Marcom. At the completion of the week we celebrate by driving down to their cabin on Lake Logan Wednesday evening and whooping it up a bit. On Thursday we take a hike in the Hocking Hills and check on the progress of the spring wildflowers. It’s a lovely tradition that I look forward to every year. When it comes to traditions, my wife can attest to the fact that when I like something I tend to keep doing it over and over again. She, on the other hand, likes novelty and trying new things. Thank God for that, otherwise I might never do anything new. Speaking of new things, the Marcoms are threatening to take an around the world cruise next April, which means I might have to find something else to do with myself in 2015. I’m sure my wife will think of something.