Mahadeva, Annapurna, and I found
the perfect spot to chant at and that was Major’s Hill Park behind Chateau
Laurier and which is bordered by the National Gallery of Canada and the Embassy
of the United States of America. Passersby and bench sitters really expressed
their appreciation with nods and words.
A second location, which happened
magically, was an invitation from restaurant owner of “Curry Kebab” who spotted
us on the way to Major’s Hill. “You can sing in my place, anywhere inside or
outside the restaurant (by the safe).” We took up his offer, played music in
the middle of the seating area, and chanted. That also received loving
A funny thing happened on the way
to the temple at 212 Somerset E., for a bhakti presentation. We drove
through a neighbourhood of the homeless. At a stoplight two men noticed my
robes. Spontaneity hit them. One held up a branch of dried flowers. The second
one broke off a branch of a branch, turned towards me and made a run for it. He
almost killed himself when crossing the lane to my passenger side to offer me
that branch saying, with enthusiasm, that “It’s a flower!” He didn’t ask for
change. He dashed back.
Mahadeva took the branch from my
lap, smelled it and recognized it as marijuana. “Nice gesture of the man,” we
both thought. All three of us (with Annapurna) had a good laugh. Now, what are
we to do with it. Dispose of it at the earliest possible opportunity, amidst
some weeds. Job done and a presentation was made based on walking for Krishna.
May the Source be with you!