Today a friend in Croatia wrote me “Hare Krišna!” and another friend in the UK wrote me of her newborn, and in that mood of missing each of them, I wrote the following, of the pull of travel. From March 2020 I have traded my constant flying and traveling since 2006 for a little room in a temple asrama: It pulls sometimes, the heart’s deep strings To go again, where travel brings me to the homes of friends so dear To have the...