The Eve Before the Birthday
I’m starting to get serious about
doing community theatre again. It involves engaging youth in thematic
productions based on Vedic stories. Currently, I am preparing a half-hour
piece, a throw-back from twenty years ago. It’s called, simply, “Demon,” and it
actually centers on a story of child abuse – the story of Prahlad. Our troupe,
the Bhakti Academy, have begun practices and are working relatively close and
without masks, having fun and learning.
This evening I also tagged along
with the group for public kirtan at nearby Ramsden Park. You might as
well call the mound we sat upon “Govardhan Hill.” The mound has spiritual
significance based on the fact that we are doing something holy there.
Pedestrians who stroll by join us. At least a trickle, which is significant
enough. Our group is attractive. We sat in a circle and were a cross between a
pow-wow and a kumbaya meet.
After this beautiful session of
drum, guitar, and voices, I decided it’s time for an evening walk. Afterall, it
was the eve of Canada’s birthday. Yorkville is generally a swanky night place
but what was different today was the rock band concert at the hub of this urban
I walked by near the band, which
is a magnet of togetherness – starved creatures at post pandemic. The music did
rock, but in all honesty I’m too old for that stuff. It’s a bit too much “mumbo
jumbo” for me. Some people might say, “Hey monk, you’re not so cool with that
attitude.” Others might say, “Hey man, you’re actually growing up.”
May the Source be with you!