Milton/Etobicoke
Being Inn
It was sweet going from home to home with Savyasacin, not by foot, but in his red Jeep, following the caravan headed by Jagannatha deities. It is the Covid version of the Chariot Fest and, because it is relatively small scale, executing this mini party is very doable. All that is required are mantras, rituals, musical instruments, some satvic food—gas in your tank—companions, and a lot of bhakti. Today it took place in the burbs of Milton and tomorrow it’ll be Kingston. With the heat it felt like being barbecued. It said it “feels like 38°C.” The heat goes on.
The day started to cool at early evening. I was invited by Igor, a Ukrainian, if I might use that term. He called in friends to his spacious backyard, which made for a perfect setting for chanting, eating and getting to know one another from the Russian-speaking community. What a fabulous group they are! And what a good time we had, with cabbage rolls and all!
I did manage to fit in a dramatic reading and practice of “Rolling the Dice” with Steven, Balarama and Savy, before heading off to Gananoque Inn, situated on the St. Lawrence River, next to the ferry that takes you sailing through the gorgeous Thousand Islands. The Gananoque Inn is a Patel-motel type of operation (they’re my friends) and they so kindly put me in the suite where Prime Minister, Jean Chretien, stayed. That’s my second time to be in a PM space, the first time being in a B&B at Trinity Bay, Newfoundland, in a room where Pierre Trudeau and his family stayed; some kind of demigods in their time.
May the Source be with you!
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