Friday, May 1st, 2015
Montreal, Quebec
Creatures Sly and Beautiful
The fox was staring at us, but only for seconds. He stood there and then moved. Naturally, he wasn’t going to share with us
what was in his mouth. He worked hard to
get that squirrel in between his jaws.
Poor squirrel wasn’t moving, his life force was gone. He was ready to transfer to a new body,
leaving the current one for someone’s breakfast.
Three monks and I spotted more fox in the Botanical
Gardens in and around Le Jardin de Chine.
It was after dawn and the red hunters with the flowy tails were out on
the prowl. For years I’ve heard this
amazing creature gekkering, barking, calling, and then doing something called
vixen screaming. The fox is so diverse
in making sounds, yet this morning, the ones we spotted were absolutely
silent.
Noise of the weekend began to drum up as afternoon rolled
out. The same team of monks who spotted
fox in the morning were now on Saint Catherine’s street to deliver the mantras to the foxy ladies and the foxy
people in general (I was one of those monks).
“Foxy” as I understand it, and as Jimmy Hendrix used it in his favourite
song, refers to sly ad beautiful. Yes,
we were noticing that people were milling up and down the street, some for
socializing, going for a drink or shopping.
Some were dressed to kill, in a way – hunting.
I felt that we were doing our job out there on our
favourite activity – harinam sankirtan
(chanting in public). The public was
really loving it. People joined us in
singing and some doing a jig. One
fellow, however, gawked at us, stopped for a few seconds to give a good stare,
analyzed us, and then went in another direction. He behaved just like the fox with the
squirrel.
May the Source be with you!
12 km
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