Ramsden Park, Toronto
Prepare
I was proud of myself, trekking
with cane across the street to a green space. Gabriel came to join me. He is
employed with DOOR DASH but made the time to sit with me at a park’s bench to
read from the most holy Bhagavatam.
In the course of his reading a
wise woman, strolling with her dog, approached us. “You see that there?” as she
pointed to the grass.
“You mean the bird?”
“Yes. A robin, an albino. This is
her turf. She and her mate come here all the time. You see, she has white
feathers. They say it is one in 30,000 that are like that.”
Gabriel and I thanked her for the
education, as we were also becoming more enlightened by the story of Puranjan,
from the Bhagavatam. The tale, while largely allegorical, tells of the
city of nine gates. At one juncture of Gabriel’s reading, I suggested we move
forward. My knee craved for more mobility.
So, near the dog park I noticed
an artist friend. He’s great at sketching portraits. He’s done mine. Regardless,
we caught up on the latest personal news. He noted my walking with a cane.
“My second knee,” I told him, “A
replacement.”
“It’s aging that does it,” he
remarked.
That moment of truth kicks in on
two levels. Number 1) We are getting older. Number 2) We want to deny it like
crazy. It is a mental game of “yes, but no.”
We need to simply prepare
ourselves for this truth.
May the source be with you!
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