Friday, December 22/23, 2023
We locked ourselves up in service to our current drama, Witness Gopal. We were being rigid with ourselves and even staying aloof from the reading of the Gita. The congregation had come for the annual recitation of the 700 verses to commemorate the sacred dialogue between the wise Krishna and the archer, Arjuna.
Our cast’s absence from the reading was not a deviation (we were in the same building, the temple), as the next morning we would be departing for Montreal and Ottawa on a blitz to perform a beautiful pastime of the Lord. It was a case of time, place and circumstance.
In any event, our practice went well. What a great thespian crew we have! Our rehearsal was completed at the same time as the closure of the Gita reading which happily endured for three-plus hours.
But my day was not over. Walking was yet to be executed. Six of us took to the sidewalks of swanky Yorkville to explore some of the season’s lights lit up in the dark. We were armed with our japa beads. We were Krishnas at ‘Krismas’ time. Yorkville is a district for wine, women and men, but our little band of boys, was a ‘walk’ band, instead of a ‘rock’ band.
At least we felt we were rocking and with beads in hand, meditating through sound. There was music, or Christmas songs, bellowing out of some of the cafés and dining banquets. I do have my own favourite Christmas song at this time of year if I chance to hear it from somewhere. It has not much to do with Jesus, but here it is:
“Silver Bells” sung by the Supremes.
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!