Toronto, Ontario
The Blue Green
Siberian squill—that’s the name of it. I looked it up after
I saw this wondrous ground cover that’s blanketed front and back yards. It is a
type of grass with a blue flower and it was just there, suddenly, a sign of
spring, and it has sprung! It’s a kind of pop-goes-the-weasel in the plant
family.
I took to a trek in the Rosedale area out under the sun like
so many others. I noticed the flowers everywhere—a plant pandemic of sorts.
While things look gloomy on the social side. I personally
push for cheery optics in the course of my walks. There they were—a sweet blue
and green togetherness. When you see it all around, you can’t help but get excited
to some extent.
One other sign of rejoice that’s happening in our neighbourhood,
on Roxborough west, is the 7:00 o’clock clap and clang session. People are
coming out of their homes, beating pots and pans, and clapping palms together.
It’s applause for the medical performance in the combat of the notorious
corona. My own cynicism tells me it’s hard to believe that our street can find
cohesion, and party in a way, together, but it’s happening. Maybe some mantra
added to the mix would be nice.
Our cook at the ashram, Dwarkanath, is just turning out
miracles from the kitchen, which is another good sign of hopefulness. Try
lightly sautéed asparagus. Or Brussel sprouts and mixed veggie stir fry. Then
there was his Chana, a chickpea delight. The monks and I ate it, read from Nectar
of Devotion and then the musically inclined want for mrdanga drum
lessons. It all started with the Siberian squill.
Made the Source be with you!
5 km
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