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 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!
5 Km
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