Saturday, 10 March 2018

Tuesday, March 6th, 2018

Toronto, Ontario

I Called Her

I called my sister today.  “Connie, I want to wish you a Happy Birthday!”

“Well, thanks,” she said to her monastic bro.  Connie just turned sixty-four, so, over the phone, she sang the song by Paul McCartney, just as I had done a year and a half ago (before an audience).

“When I get older, losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine…”

Of course, I’ve been losing my hair since the age of twenty, when I joined the Hare Krishnas, except for that little tuft at the back, the area of the brahma-randra.  As of late, there is no hair even there, to boast of.  This is the usual small crop of hair, the size of the calf’s hoof-print, which is called the sikha.

It was after I spoke to Connie that I took a walk with Jay, up the street on Avenue Road.  Behind a window, in a shop, there is an art display, one piece of which is a sculpture of a retro / metro monk-like yogi, sitting in a meditative pose.  He sports an adorable Mohawk.

Passersby find him interesting, as do I.  He’s young looking, almost child-like, and definitely not sixty-four.

Going back to Connie, I could not get very preachy with her by saying something like, “You’re not that body!”  That’s never worked in the past.  As far as she is concerned, I’m not a priest, but her bro.  So be it!

May the Source be with you!
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