Toronto, Canada
Clean Those Babies
Air Canada Flight 43 came in for a smooth landing. We couldn't even feel it when the wheels
touched the runway. After being picked
up, we saw snow around all along the 401 Highway, but our driver, Jaya, said
it's been a mild winter. Both Corrado
and I were struck by jet lag, as you can imagine after a long fourteen hours of
soaring in the air. Anyway, I would
rather that, than break up the journey with a stop-over somewhere.
We reached the ashram. The deities in the temple room looked
beautiful, as usual. Govinda's
Restaurant was hopping. I spent some
hours there playing a kind of musical chairs meeting people, emailing, catching
up, in general. After that rather
sedentary experience, I hankered for some physical work. Rain was coming down like crazy so no outdoor
walking for me; it wouldn’t be an option until the downpour let up.
That hankering was actually a wish, maybe even a form of
communication with Him. I heard the kitchen
needed some love. I came to its door and
saw an eager pile of dirty pots needing some love. So, I accepted the invite, like some kind of
monk, and tackled the pile, rendering some menial service.
Dwarkanath, our principle cook, came by. Together we tackled, like football team-mates,
and brought down the pile of prasadam
pots. It was good swishing around my hands
and arms in the water, scrubbing, and then spraying clean those babies.
May the Source be with you!
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