Toronto / Mississauga
Go For Compliance
A very nice monk from Mauritius, Sundarlal, has been with me for a few days now, and we introduced him to our city’s little treasure place for kirtan. Kensington Market is the place where we sat along with Dwarkanath, who is a sitar extraordinaire musician. But before we laid out our mat for sitting on Bellevue Park’s grass, a neighbourhood lady from across the street approached us and mentioned we were very loud two days ago.
“I’m seventy-two, and it’s very annoying,” she said in reference to Ananda’s boisterous but jolly djembe beats. She was quite sweet about it and suggested we move to the side of the park away from the residences, and closer to the businesses. I apologized and our chanting group complied. It was worth the adjustment. People who were strolling by gave nods of appreciation, especially a young oriental couple from Montreal. They were transfixed by our presentation and went away with our complimentary cookbook. But before they wandered off, they digested the contents of that book, The Higher Taste, just standing there, flipping the pages, sharing in the reading, the pictures, and so forth.
As usual, Karuna and I walked back to the ashram, never sticking to the same trail, but always exploring new streets, and remarkably surprised by some green space not formerly known to us.
A subway ride to the western-most reaches of the train line brought us to Kipling Station for a night time discussion on the Gita, Chapter Six, on meditational yoga. Dharma and Manasi Ganga were our hosts. Thank you for the lasagna! Yummy!
May the Source be with you!
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