Monday, August 17th, 2015Toronto/Bracebridge
It’s good to know that we can speak about it. Developers seem to consume it with their concrete. Fortunately, there’s some of the green stuff still remaining. Near our ashram we have a space of green just north of us – a park. Trees and grass are also kiddie-corner to our building. Then on the other side to the south of our limestone structure is a much more expansive space of green – another park. When you descend the stairs and cross the street, tucked away there is a little piece of heaven on Earth. It’s a blessing actually, wherever there is green I have the feeling that there is hope.
When I walked
from Belfast in the north to the southern city
of , I had
taken in so much of that colour. It was all pervasive but for areas of grey -
the sky in multi-tones. In Cork Ireland
I was always reminded of Indra, the rain god, as much as I might contemplate Krishna. Krishna is very
favourable to green and to grass. When he was young, he looked to the hill
known as Govardhan as the source of grazing material for the calves He was
responsible for. He’s known as Gopal, the friend of the cows and bulls.
Thoughts of Krishna guiding His herd generates
optimism. He must be telling us something like, “To the country we should be
Well, that’s just what we did. One of our congregants by the name of Sai drove four of us ashram residents to Muskoka, north of the city, to the land of lakes, rocks, and green.
This morning when I walked through the grass picking up some dew on my shoes, I was reminded of this wonderful commodity and now that we have come to the northern region of Muskoka, the greenness offered again the most inviting coolness.