Rosedale, Toronto
Mostly Joy
Whenever I get the insomnia
attack, I will clutch onto my japa meditation beads for calming a
restless mind. I know at that time that God is with me in the form of sound and
that I’m not alone. Is it a true consolation?
It had been a full day with
meetings, but only for two hours, collectively. One issue or topic of
discussion was quite bitter and, out of a sense of duty, one obliges to go
through the unpleasantry of it. Hard decisions must be made.
One of those meetings, an AGM,
for one of our centres brought about good news. A good report. In addition to
the bittersweetness of what must be done, so far as decision-making is
concerned, I switched to a new phone (a reason to smile) because there is
always improvement with each successive new device.
Another highlight was a chance to
read to our young members of the Bhakti Academy. I was reading to them about
our guru’s failing business when he was in his household years. All was going
good and then a turn was inevitable, in terms of course of action. Our guru,
Prabhupada, was seeing the signs on the wall. It was time for him to take steps
towards the life of a monk. Reading some paragraphs of the pages of the book,
“Lilamrita,” can get the reader to a touch of emotionalism.
My insomnia did also trigger the
need to get active. “Go for a walk,” tells the inner voice. “And, when you come
back, clean the wooden floor with water and wood soap.” That is always a task
of joy. At this time my knees don’t comfortably press against the floor.
Rolling on my thighs does the job. I thought, “This is the room that Prabhupada
lived in forty-five years ago. It’s a pleasure to give it a cleaning.”
May the Source be with you!
3 km
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