Sunday, September 24th, 2023
Sitting outside the South Shore Centre was an old refurbished train station next to beautiful Lake Simcoe. A middle-aged bearded man with a terrier type pet was seated on a bench. He was soaking in the sun which was my reason for exiting the building. He asked, "What's going on inside?"
"We are celebrating the birth of Krishna," I replied. Actually, all the joyful activity coming form the celebrants was a display of Janmastami and Radhastami combined, Krishna and Radha's birthdays. But my new friend couldn't see, only hear.
"So, it's Krishna, right?" he asked.
"I was always a fan of George Harrison. I keep up with the latest about Krishna through George," he said favourably.
I noticed he had a cap on his head with the seal of the Blue Jays, Toronto's baseball team, so I asked him how the Blue Jays were doing this season. I assumed the playoffs are on.
"Well," he responded in a way indicating they could do better.
"How about I pray for them?"
"That'll help. They need it." We both went on our way. I left for the lake to make a quiet call and I contemplated whether I, as a swami, monk, whatever, had done justice to my new friend. I didn't want to give him a pravachan (a sermon). I felt making a friend first was the way to go. Serious talk is not what everyone is about at first encounter.
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!