Kamil, the Rain, the Song
Kamil came to join us on the mat which was spread over fresh grass in Ramsden Park. There had been a recent rainfall. All was lush and in tones of green and blue. It was his second time out with us in out-of-doors kirtan. His first was December 31st, and spilled over into and after the countdown for the new calendar of 2018.
Kamil followed us back to the ashramfor hot herbal tea, as it was an extremely cold New Year’s eve. He liked chanting then and he likes it now.
I admired his walking stick. I asked him to pose while he didn’t have his farmer’s coveralls on. Yes, indeed, he works with the plants, growing and nurturing them somewhere in Oshawa.
So I was not in a condition to walk much. A stiff left leg made it difficult. I’m going to tackle a three hour trek tomorrow along some ravines. I’ll be with others. We will bond.
Anyway, Kamil leant me his walking stick on the way back to the ashram,after an hour or so of sarod, spoons, mrdanga, kartals and most importantly—voices.
We stuck to one song—Hare Krishna, which was good enough. The climate was perfect. Rain drops started to hit our faces. It was time to go. The rain is particularly not good for the sarod. It’s fragile and precious and so conducive for chanting.
That’s what we did this morning—had a chanting session about Narada Muni, the sage who plays the vina, a similar stringed instrument.
May the Source be with you!