As I Sat…
As I sat on the wooden stairs I struggled to get my sandal onto the right foot. “Something seems different,” I thought. “Why isn’t it fitting? The clasp isn’t closing? Maybe my extra-thick sock is restricting it?”
Well, it didn’t take long before I could see the problem. I’ve gotten the wrong shoe on the wrong foot. My evening trek wouldn’t have worked out. Now, how did it come to this? All I could think of was that it was a rough day. With three long conference calls and on top of that—dealing with four families, each who lost a loved one to disease (only one from Covid)—it made the day very demanding. I felt mentally some drain of energy. No wonder I couldn’t see the right from the left.
My response to all of this was to go for that walk and evening isn’t a bad choice of time. All except take out restaurants and convenience are closed for business over the virus. I ended up having Bloor St. almost to myself.
“Hare Krishna Hare Krishna…“ I went chanting on my beads. As usual the few pedestrians find it unique to see a monk with his beads in hand. My beads particularly dangle. I do like to show them off. Who actually prays on the street? It’s so rare to see. Hey, he’s got on a good-looking pair of sandals!
I don’t mind being that oddball—anything to excite a soul and incite it into the slightest quest of truth is a good thing.
May the Source be with you!