Toronto, Ontario
Not Blue Suede Shoes
Tom from Windsor came
to spend a few days at the ashram. He’s good for the morning sadhana, a spiritual workout—chanting, japa and study. Then by 9:30 a.m., he’s off to the library doing
personal research.
I’ve been pushing the
wet mop in the mornings. If floors
aren’t done daily, you’ll be assured of sticky black soles. I know Prabhupada, our guru, loved
cleanliness. Also, the person who cleans
feels clean. It beckons shanti, peace.
Tom and I took evening
walks these last two nights. I have the
chance to fly in the new pair of Kyboots,
designed with Swiss technology and made in Italy. Shoes like this don’t get any better.
My summer walking took
its toll on my former ones, so it was time for them to reincarnate. The pair of new shoes went out to explore
various streets such as Yonge, Bloor and Davenport.
Tom noticed the city
is changing and getting busier like the rest of the world. To nature we can say, “Make way, the imposition
is here!” Condos are popping up all over
the place, blocking the sky. Stars, you
won’t see. Raindrops splatter on our
chest, arms and head. It is beautifully
mild out.
My shoes are
happy. They are set out to do
service. They are helping me with
posture and the knees.
I reflected on what
Prabhupada said about health, that it is a priority in order to serve nicely.
May the Source be with
you!
6 km
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