We’re out on our morning walk and stopped to sit reflect and write in one of the many local parks.
There’s a guy wandering around the park. There are two friendly boys following.
What is he doing?
In his bag there’s a series of containers with what seems to be powders, seeds and maybe even snacky things.
He’s distributing little piles all over the park.
Piles of powder on the ground Crunchy stuff on top of the walls.
He’s feeding the insects and the birds.
I’m assuming he’s a Jain, doing good things particularly for the animals and that can’t be too bad for his Karma and future incarnation!
A kindly neighbour loaned me a copy of the Bhagavad Gita with a recommendation to read the section on death. It helps illuminate the ‘matter of factness’ of the Hindu approach. As wordly family we shouldn’t get too attached as the spirit lives on ….. the spirit moves on to another body and as it progresses becomes part of the greater whole. We’ve done the main rituals and send our positive vibes hoping Manjula has found her new home. We know she deserves a good one.