Tuesday 17 September 2019

Wednesday, September 11th, 2019


Toronto, Ontario

At The Square

At Bellevue Square Park in the Kensington area, we chanted.  Plopped on the grass near the newly-arrived piano, Pradhyumna led, then I, and then Karuna.  David played multiple shakers that he had brought, but not all at the same time.  People passed by and some stopped, cracked a smile, moved their pelvis—but only for a moment—and then moved on.  Others nearby, lying down on the grass, relished the mosquito-free atmosphere.  One woman lay there wiggling only her big toe.  Our soft chant had an effect both in subtle measures and otherwise.  No one rejected us.  In fact, the neighbourhood is a very accepting place.

At 8:00 p.m., I was to be on a three-way call with my two actors for our next play, “The Embassy.”

“Guys (to the chanters), it’s time to go,” I said, while a local church’s bell was ringing. “I’ll stay and be Mr. Director, listening to the actors playing Krishna and Duryodhana.”

The sun had set, the light was beginning to fade, and then raindrops began to fall as I was listening.  Most of those ‘pelvis’ people and toe-wrigglers were now up and gone.  A few stragglers kept passing by my stationary spot.

Duryodhana’s words came across strong.  “Go! Go to your stall, with limbs white with the dust from the hooves of your cattle…”

Krishna’s response:  “So be it then.  Hearken then to the message of Yudhisthira!”

It was all so dramatic. The rain forced me to move

May the Source be with you!
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