Every morning is relishable for me—when not experiencing jet lag—as it begins with a mangal arati, a service involving chant and dance. It is at a surprising hour of 4:30 a.m.. Surprising—only for those who haven’t experienced that magical hour in a state of wakefulness.
Another special time this last week was just sitting down to hear a different speaker, each morning, delivering a class with discussion from the 10thCanto of the book Bhagavatam. The topic involves the activities of the Divine Most High.
What is God saying to souls who are pure?
What is that conversation all about?
To make the day even lighter, I opened my file cabinet—I’m on drawer Number 2—and pulled out irrelevant, dated material. This is called ‘spring cleaning’. It is like karmabeing lifted. The sensation is great.
Finally, for the last few days I’ve gone out on that evening walk. Tonight Tom accompanied me down Yonge Street. I pointed out to him the corner of Yonge and Bloor, where forty-five years ago I was stopping people to get their attention and show them the Bhagavad-gita. If they showed interest they would purchase and I would be thrown into ecstasy.
We walked further south to the corner of the iconic place of “Sam the Record Man.” In the sixties just everyone had to go to Sam’s. I used to meet Sam, a prominent Jewish business fellow. He was nice to me and would give a smile.
Nostalgia can also make you light (lit) when the memories are sweet.
What you do now will be nostalgia for tomorrow.
May the Source be with you!