We Like Where We Are
“Please join us,” I indicated with hand gestures to the cricket enthusiast on his way to the athletic field. It wasn’t the first time he or his buddies refused our offer to sit down and sing with us. There’s a group of them, obsessed with their game, and they routinely go about their business as we do ours, sitting there on the grass.
The light refusal is always with a smile.
The other day, Ajamil, who was singing to his harmonium accompaniment, also tried to encourage. “Hey, before the game, just five minutes, chant with us!” Now Ajamil is very animated in most everything he does, and still his coaxing didn’t work, because everyone has his/her priorities.
Today, also, it became a priority for Karuna and I to go for that walk—my second for the day—to “knock off” our prescribed sixteen rounds on our meditation beads.
The route? Well I let him have his choice.
“Green space or people and concrete?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter. As long as I’m given time,” he said.
Alright then. And so we ventured down Yonge Street, right onto Bloor, and then through Yorkville’s Jazz Fest. It had started to darken with night approaching, and you could see everyone anticipating a wild night.
As we moved through the night crowds where everyone dressed well—or almost dressed—I blurted out to Karuna, “I’m so grateful I did not get entrapped in this lifestyle. I like where I am.”
Karuna totally agreed with me. We individually set goals and priorities for ourselves.
May the Source be with you!