Yorkville, Toronto
The Positive and the
Pejorative
Once again, I ended up at St.
Mary’s Street when a seven-foot-tall pedestrian stopped to say something.
“Hey!” Said the bespeckled man in
a longish coat, and a tuque on his head. “Hare Krishna, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I met one of you guys not so
long ago. I got three sticks of incense from him. Do you guys still have an
open house at your place on Avenue Road? I used to go there when I was a kid.”
“Our open house is on Sunday, at
6 pm, and we have a Govinda’s Restaurant in the building with the most
delicious food.”
He then apologized for stopping
me in the course of my walk. This politeness is quite stereotypical of being
Canadian. We just say sorry all the time. Well, not all of the time.
While I was waiting at the red light to cross Bloor St., at Yorkville, A
cyclist used the F word towards a young woman, who was just slightly on the
bike trail.
“He’s definitely not in the
Christmas spirit,” I expressed to her. She smiled and took his remark with a
grain of salt. There is a saying, “loose lips sink ships.” Harsh words find no
place in a spiritually surcharged space. Unfortunately, our world is of the
secular nature, and so you can expect pejorative thoughts and pejorative
remarks.
Anyways, seasons greetings.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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