It Started With Bracing the Bridge
We admired the Bracebridge Falls, then stepped over Silver Bridge, which arches over the falls, in order to get to the main street of the town. The first shop to see is a storefront for “Veda Yoga.” Then Vyasacharya, who runs the Quality Inn and led our walk, mentioned, “There’s four yoga studios in town.”
“Not bad for a population of 16,000,” I said.
We stepped on further at the quiet hour of 9:00 p.m., and a sole person, a middle-aged Caucasian male, after unloading something, offered his pranams. “Namaste!” he said in greeting, and, “Where are you from?”
“Toronto, but really I travel a lot. Did Canada on foot, four times. Just completed the U.S. last year.”
“These are your followers?” he asked inquisitively.
“We are friends, followers of bhakti-yoga…”
I was thinking that all of us are actually under the father-ship of Prabhupada.
We moved on toward Wellington Street, but came upon a picture of Elvis with the poster caption: Father’s Day is June 16th—Treat Dad like a King. The poster was set in the wall of a shop, and it reminded us, our group of eight—all fathers except for myself and Kailash, a newly-wed—that dads do entertain. We could not imitate Elvis, who would smoothly move his pelvis, but we could enlighten the generation after us with our words and actions. Generally, this is what a parent does—guide, direct, point, bless, etc. Show by example. For instance, here we are winding down the day by walking.
May the Source be with you!