Deer Park, Toronto
To the Beltline
Sanjit and I decided to take a night walk going north to the Yonge and Davisville area, where walkers, runners and cyclists know the Beltline only too well. It was a former railway track and is now a trail used voraciously by feet and wheels—of a gentler kind. I mean to say no motorists here. The Beltline is characterized by a generous tree line on both sides, which is so much needed for a city like Toronto. I imagine many deer roamed here centuries ago. Not anymore.
I relayed to Sanjit that some of our best devotees live at Yonge and Davisville and that’s another reason for walking to this destination. Two summers ago, a kirtan was held in a nearby green space. The vibes are good.
With Sanjit’s bike next to him as he walked it, and with both of us armed with beads in hand, we each chanted at our own pace while our legs moved in synchronized stride. The weather was just right—low twenties, Celsius, of course—apologies to those who may not prescribe to a metric system. I was raised on Fahrenheit but that changed for us in the north in the late ’70s.
At the green space, we met Ajaneya, Krsna Katha, and Vyenkath—all extraordinary bhakti-yogis. Our union was brief, but meaningful, before my cyclist companion and I did the turnaround from a mid-town district toward the downtown area. With some more mantras under our belt and distance under our feet, we completed a sweet six kilometres.
May the Source be with you!