Mon. Nov. 5/07 - Winnipeg, Manitoba
I was towards the home of our hosts for tonight’s satsang, home program When I met an interested young man at the corner of Sherbrooke and Portage. The lights were red, so I waited and looked at the figure standing next to me.
“It’s cold”, said the oriental man. “Yes it really has suddenly turned into winter here”. I replied.
After nature’s dumping of hail stones the snow flurries came. “This is the first time I’ve seen snow,” he remarked with a child’s excitement in his eyes and voice.
“get ready, there’s more to come.” I rebutted. I wanted to say in an Al Jolson tone, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet”, but I didn’t think he would understand the style or the jargon.
“What country are you from?” I inquired. “Viet Nam’, he said with a smile. We talked a little more but it was time to part and also time to walk. Walking keeps you warm.
It’s almost always the robes that initiate the friendship. Had I regular civilian clothes on the chances of meeting this fellow were slim. Another gentleman pulled over at McPhillips, came out of his car and offered a ride. That’s rare in the city, and in the dark. It was the robes.
Finally I reached the home of Varun where chanting took prominence over the visit. The small gathering was pleased to receive the sadhu (monk) as is customary for East Indian families.
7kms.
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