243 Avenue Rd., Toronto
Banging Bells
“O restless night!” actually it is supposed to be “O Holy Night” which we, residents of our ashram, attempted to declare, at the very least with our bells, chiming exactly at 6 p.m. Our neighbour down the street, Pauline by name, takes up these initiatives of enthusing all on the street to recognize the Covid medical workers. It was only a two-minute blast of bells. As best we could, those who responded did so in concert.
What makes the night “holy” is the celebration of the birth of Jesus. Additionally, for us Krishna-ites the Gita was spoken by Krishna to Arjuna, hence generating one of the most prominent philosophical truths on earth.
From our end of the street (as we are located at a juncture) our David arranged the bells. He handed me a wind chime which I shook energetically. There were actually just a few of us, each armed with some sort of a ring-a-ling instrument.
The time could not have been clocked better. The daytime rain had transformed into big, puffy snowflakes creating a magical mood. Indeed, the sky persisted in its whiteness, as did the sidewalks, rooftops and car tops. Green became white. May I suggest that we view this colour transcendentally? For instance, it is the skin color of Balarama, listed as one of the popular ten avatars. We can also consider the pure whiteness of Rama’s consort, Sita. Her complexion is like that.
What we really got to taste was a Christmasy flavour. Perhaps Krishnasy, being that Bhagavan Krishna had something to say on the day of significance.
May the Source be with you!
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