Ramsden Park, Toronto
The Rain Came
It works quite well for me when
Gabriel takes the lead on his guitar. There were seven of us sitting on top of
the mound in the park, poised to begin kirtan, when I asked him to strum
away. Out of that spontaneously came a fresh new melody and then the
receive-and-respond chanting process began. Oh, we had fun, and reverence at
the same time. The name is non-different from the Lord.
An hour and a half lapsed and it
was time to retire for the day. Rain was also about to descend. I stayed on at
the mound when a younger guy, actually 42, came to sit next to me. He had
questions. First of all, he had seen me around on foot in the area. A fan of
the Blue Jays, he also works at Rogers Stadium and walks from there to his
“I had a bike. Someone stole it,
so I started walking everywhere!”
His questions were going in the
direction of depth, philosophically. This doesn’t happen everyday, that you
meet someone like this, but he was indeed grasping the concept of matter and
spirit differentiation. “Let’s put a little more energy into the soul.” We were
both enjoying the back-and-forth conversation and agreed, “Let’s do more of
I told him I was leaving for the
Prairies early tomorrow morning. He even suggested “I’ll take you to my place.
On the top of the condo building, you’ll see the real blue jays.” I extended
the invitation. “That gorgeous building you referred to (243 Ave. Rd.) is my
home, my temple, and it has a restaurant. Let’s get together and do a follow up
with more talks.”
Then the rain came.
May the Source be with you!