Toronto, Ontario
Meeting Clare
The day was irresistible at ten degrees Celsius, with the
sun beckoning. Spontaneously, I decided
to pick up the mrdunga drum, get a ride, and do some chanting in
Kensington during that fabulous window of opportunity. It may be the only day left for such freedom,
before Boreas, the Greek god of the north wind, sets in.
I began to chant, with the sun on my back and my two arms in
sufficient motion to get the rest of me warm.
The chanting, I kept low key. I
believed it would do its own magic. And
there I was, when Clare, a millennial, came over. She’s from a small town in southern Ontario,
and is a beautiful young woman, drawn to what I was doing.
"Please sit near by.
This is a mrdunga and it has roots in India."
She was interested, but also started telling me her sad
story. She was dating a young woman who
was a cocaine addict and that's how she, Clare, got involved. Alcohol followed. As we talked, she pulled out a bottle she was
carrying.
"White wine.
Would you like some?"
"No, I'm a monk."
She laughed and said, "I wasn't sure if you were for
real or not."
"I'm the real thing." I expressed to her that she might reach a
greater potential given her decent personality and fine looks etc. She admitted taking the A.A. twelve step
program and leaving cocaine behind for some weeks. I gave her the maha-mantra when she
asked if it was some sort of prayer.
"Yes it is; please try."
Then a junkie came along and distracted her. She left.
I hope she uses the mantra and improves.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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