Toronto, Ontario
Myself and Women
Every other week I meet with my cousin Correy, along with her husband, at the park to philosophize, to spiritualize. Our discussions go deep and our sessions finish with the three of us coming out feeling lighthearted.
I trekked through the same park this Sunday afternoon, and in its central core, I decided to pass a few minutes at a picnic table, when a woman, Adriana, came by to ask questions.
“I saw you at a distance and wanted to find you,” said Adriana.
People might ask if monks communicate with women. As the saying goes in spiritual circles: “Like fire, like butter!” when referring to a woman’s affect when close to a renunciate. The renunciate is the butter which may melt in the presence of the opposite sex. It could happen.
At this point in my life I am not disturbed when a woman approaches for spiritual guidance or spiritual shelter. I do have to limit my time, however. We kept the distance that’s required by Covid, regardless. Her questions were answered and she went about her merry way. As she left, I told her of our mini-concert at 7:30.
She came with her sister, Lidiya, and oh, how they enjoyed our music and the mantra. They maintained distance and chanted with us, and we all felt a purification.
I’m glad they took the trouble to join us.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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