Everything is a Workout
I’ve been receiving invitations to be driven to a park about three kilometres away. There I can get some walking in. But I declined the offers in favour of staying on the campus where I can pace back and forth at the temple’s veranda. Going through traffic in these hustle/bustle cities in
, even for a short length, is
not my cup of tea. India
I pace, and a small group paces with me, and we all put in the leg-and-lung power together. The legs do the walking. The lungs do the chanting. For the legs you can call it a subtle work-out. The chanting, on the other hand, is a strenuous one-- one with the mind.
There’s a constant struggle to keep that rascal mind under the thumb. The mind is a slippery little critter. It slithers around in a quiet speed and mode.
In the bhakti-yoga tradition a portion of the day is spent in disciplinary action, in confronting the mind. Exercise such discipline and you’ve got a friend.
Physical work-out did become a component for the day. Right under the deity Balaji is a hall that is reserved for our drama practices. The space has turned into a gymnasium of sorts. From 2pm to 9 pm we carry on with direction and the intellectual side of a script, putting it into practicalities.
The volunteers we have are basically computer people who do very little for their physicality. Our weekend assignment, the play “
Krishna Is…,” is starting to take form with the help of stiff-ish,
but sincere, volunteers.
May the Source be with you!