Sunday, April 27th, 2008 - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Before the previous day's restless nightime walk, I had participated in a satsang at someone's home. The group was largely a mature sector of our community. I could see more people on chairs there than I would have seen with the same group ten years ago. While the community ages, the vibrancy remains as the next generation is a buzz with the same higher consciousness. When I first became a monk, all of us unwed men and women in '73 were virtually young. It was a goung movement; our takers were young. Even the occasional immigrant from India coming to us was starting life in the city fairly young. Now, I see different generations, three instead of one. We now have greater depth. The youth organized today's Sunday open house featuring two kirtans (chanting sessions which they lead), cooked and served the feast and presented two dramas. They are also the force behind the summer's Festival of India, a major event. Such dynamism, verve and hope! I had met the two parents of a twenty year old boy who is showing much interest in spritual life and naturally they were at the feast to see what their son is implicating himself in. Generally, people have fear of change, but when the change is beneficial, fear then dissolves. I could see their concerns become less of an issue after they moved through the experience of a blissful event.