Cabbagetown, Ontario
From Cabbage to Pizza
It was today, with umbrella in hand, that I
walked to my old spiritual stomping grounds, or, to put it in another phrase,
my spiritual birthplace. 187 Gerrard St. is the actual location, currently a
house and formerly a temple, where my spiritual training took place. That was
back in the spring of 1973, almost a half a century ago. I almost shed a tear
looking at the place when actual raindrops fell from the sky.
It is only a few doors down on Gerrard, which
is the home of Praharana, my godsister, and devotee extraordinaire. Equal
extraordinaire, Vrnda, from Winnipeg has come to visit. My walk to Gerrad was
with the intention to visit them and talk about administrational duties. As
leaders of a global spiritual movement our responsibility is to go over issues
and perhaps resolve action plans, etc.
So, that’s what we did. At least, we expressed
concerns and desires. It’s always great to sit with individuals who are
effective, think from both heart and brain, and who are doers; not just
decision makers or dreamers.
Anyway, my wishes were fulfilled over specific
topics. Certainly, we can’t solve all problems. I got my walk in — to
Cabbagetown and back to the Rosedale/Annex area. I wasn’t the only one using an
umbrella. Rain came and brains came to this fine day. There is nothing like a
decent rain to clear away some dirt and clutter which, in turn, is
psychologically purifying.
My whole spiritual practice evolved from 187
and 243 Avenue Rd. through all these years.
When I came home to the ashram I was greeted
by pizza, offered to Krishna.
May the Source be with you!
7 km
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