The Chair Room
Another dreary day kept me inside the building. The greyness and moisture was somewhat intimidating, but more pervasively it encouraged the need for interior attention.
243 Avenue Road is an old Church—turned Krishna temple. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avenue_Road_Church It was a long time ago, 42 years, which seems like yesterday when a bunch of enthusiastic but inexperienced young monks and nuns moved in. We worked hard to raise the money for the stately building in a good neighbourhood. It was middle-class then, in ’76, but became high-end—the neighbourhood, that is. Our edifice has been hard to maintain but it’s still there and doing valuable service. There are areas of space that still need good definition and the men’s and woman’s quarters are wings that need redoing.
I looked at the deities today and I saw the most gorgeous images of Krishna. The pujaris (priests) really did an excellent job at their ornamentation. That temple room glowed today.
Sometimes we fall behind in other areas of efficiency and neatness. So I tackled the chair room on the main floor, where members tend to just dump or temporarily store stuff. I couldn’t handle the chaos any more so I sacrificed the walk for rearranging the room. It was therapy. It was physical work and a good dose of perhaps right and left brain effort together. I felt great when it was done. I felt I could breathe well just looking at the space gained. It was fun and that’s bhakti—fun and stimulating, regardless of the service.
I felt good being inside a nice old building—our temple.
May the Source be with you!
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