What We're Missing
The thing that people really miss out on is the daily opportunity to sing and dance. Just switching on the radio to hear your favourite station while in traffic or being wired up to listen to your chosen genre of sound may pacify or please but it cannot substitute for your own participation - your own use of voice and body.
This became so clear to me when our group of seven (sounds like the impressionist artists) devotees of
made our way westbound and back on Bloor
St. And we were observing the response of people;
yeah, they wanna get involved. As we momentarily pass by an eating place, the
sound of our kirtan, drums and voice, carries inside. It turns heads and
it works facial muscles - exploding smiles. It causes arms to fling in the air
and sometimes the whole body gets up and going. I'm sometimes reminded of the
old song "Dancing in the Street" by Martha and the
we took to the grass near the hoola-hoopers. A guitarist came over to play. It
looked like it made his day and on our return journey back to the ashram, one
local woman came our way to stride along with us. When we got near her
building, she insisted we choose the other side of the street in order for her
to remain with us for as long as possible. We paraded right to her doorstep.
Now, our neighbourhood is quite upper-class. It's rare for our neighbours to
show such spontaneity. Christie
This is my point, that the buzz that folks need in life on a regular basis, even on a Wednesday evening, can do so much to raise the quality of life. Credit goes to the sound. Not just any but a sound imported from another world. That's why we chant mantras. It does more than excite the ears and the body. It targets the soul.