Toronto / Markham / Brampton
Beats Looking At Screens
The train for Toronto pulled in at midnight. I decided to roll my luggage all the way back to our ashram, a distance of 4.3 km. Let’s see how long the wheels will last.
At Dundas Square, I met up with Kamala Kanta, our cook of last year. He got off his bicycle. We both had the same question for each other. “What are you doing here at this hour?” He had just finished his security job shift and I had come off the train 30 minutes before.
We both like Yonge Street. There’s characters here. Other places tend to be bland. Regarding safety, there’s usually not much to worry about, although just days before, up the street some kilometres, a maniac mowed down over twenty-five innocent people with his van, killing ten. You never can be too sure!
Sleep came at 1:30 a.m. I rose at 7:00 a.m., enough time to hear and discuss a verse from theBhagavatam. Not a day should go by that one should ever miss hearing and analyzing a divine verse. It sets a tone of truth. Stories, philosophy, imagery, drama, truth—theBhagavatamhas it all.
Out of all the items which constitute a monk’s morning sadhana, I think I like the portion where the group of us sit down and go over the process of analysis and discussion on what the world was, is now, and should be, based on slokas(verses) from the Bhagavatam.
It certainly beats looking at the flashing screens in Dundas Square.
May the Source be with you!