Ramsden Park, Toronto
Chris, Then Keith
It’s not always that easy to find someone in the park who comes over to talk to me about personalities from “The Mahabharat”. Chris was lying on the grass and on his side reading a book borrowed from the library — a book authored by Gopi Krishna. We do meet each other from time to time.
Our conversation bore topics of sadhana, kundalini and the reverential warrior Bhisma, best of the bhakti-yogis. Chris and I can talk-up spirituality. It’s rare to meet someone like that.
Then I met Keith, who also lives in the neighbourhood. He was walking his dog, rather running it.
His canine has a lot of energy.
“He’s a rescue dog. He was traumatized when I got him,” he
said.
“It appears you’re looking after him. Kindness and tenderness are relatable to practically all creatures. I was raised on a farm. My dad would go to the stockyard, listen to the bidders and purchase a milk cow. Some of those cows were jittery from mistreatment by former owners. My dad was good with them. He showed them love by brushing them, keeping them clean. They would calm right down.”
Keith concurred with my story. He was curious and asked about our temple. He’d been to Govinda’s in Ottawa in the past. Loves the food. Keith asked if I lived in the nearby temple.
“Yes, we have space for twelve to fifteen residents and a guest family room. We’re undergoing renos right now. It’s a good time, during Covid. Here’s my card. I’m Swami, if I can be of any help.”
May the source be with you!
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