Queen’s Park, Toronto
January 11 – Special For Me
Today was my mother’s birthday.
She has passed away, but I can’t forget her – ever. I was her first born and
she had five more little rascals after me. That was quite a load for any two
parents – six of us – but we looked after each other. We were lucky because she
was the typical, honourable house-and-family-keeping person. We were happy to
have a parent home when we arrived from school. Then dad came back from work
after 5 p.m., only to do some chores in the barn until supper time, when we all
sat together to discuss the affairs of the day. It was definitely a ’50s model
of living.
During my walk today, being all
bundled up for the cold winter dynamic, I thought about the warmth of the
structure we were protected by. It was certainly God’s grace. I believe all of
us felt a type of protection from God.
I never became an altar boy in
the Catholic tradition, although my brothers did. Still, I did carry on with
praying on the rosary during the time of Lent, when I meditated at the stations
of the Cross.
These days you might catch me
walking along the wall in the temple by the stations of Krishna. Adorning these
walls are the pictures of Krishna Lila, or His pastimes, while I’m fingering on
my japa beads. There’s not much difference between the practices. The
only thing is Mum’s not around. I’m hoping she’s in heaven.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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