243 Avenue Rd., Toronto
This Day
Temperatures were mild. There was a thaw. My ceiling told me so. A slow leak of brown water was coming through. It’s interesting how it travels from the roof. Clumps of snow and ice meet the sun and hence a drip makes its way from the rooftop to the floor in the bedroom.
“We’ll get it fixed,” says our maintenance man.
“Great!”
Whenever a bit of humidity makes its entrance, arthritic joints feel it. Today is a good example of the elements visiting this second building — the body. Legs, knees and ankles feel it. I have to admit that the two structures housing my soul are showing signs of wearing down. The only solution is some Band-Aid repair, it seems.
That’s life! As the song goes.
Consoling moments took place today in a Zoom talk, with a group from Windsor, Ontario. This newer audience was hearing about Nityananda, who is remembered over these last few days for his compassionate nature. Not to be mistaken for a current popular chap from South India who claims to have some Bhagavan status.
“The problem with India,” I’m saying to Kadambha, the Zoom host, “is that it’s a country that produces avatars off the mystic assembly quite regularly.”
This is a flaw. On the other hand, mother India can boast of genuine spirituality in pockets. Statistics show that her population is 85% vegetarian. That’s the largest rating in the world.
May the source be with you!
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