Hamilton/Niagara
Lucky Sweet
I get concerned these days about travel and
the time it takes to get somewhere by a vehicle. It can take so long with so
many more people and so many more cars.
The drive to Niagara Falls from Toronto used
to be one and a half hour — max. These days it’s a frustrating extra hour.
There and back is almost a whole, or at least a chunk of, your day. But we were
lucky, maybe smart. It’s all in the time of day you leave and time of return
that can determine a good or bad trip. Our return was a mere one hour and 10
minutes. Of course, we had Roman as our driver. He is safe and smooth.
Hamilton, at Gage Park, was just a sweet
experience. Our circle of humans sitting on mats on the grass was so appealing.
People stop. Watch. Their hearts melt at the sight of young to middle-aged to
older folks all together, singing and happy. We’re a family. It’s usually
single pedestrians that do so. I believe they are pining for community; craving
for a togetherness.
Just next to us, fifty metres away, was a
table set up with a group of three with a placard saying, “Ask an atheist.” No
one stopped to ask them anything during our two hours stay. I asked Billy to go
over and get them some prasadam. We had a mild cake and pakoras with
chutney. Oh, they loved it.
Our last stop — Niagara. We met David in the
park there. A musician. He loves George Harrison deeply. He’s got all the
Beatles songs down. Our finale for today was indoors and out of the rain. We
got our people dancing today. And our talk was from the Gita’s intro, with
the theme of personalism vs. brahman emptiness. Sweetness all
around.
May the source be with you!
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