For years I had hosted guests to Toronto by taking them to one of the better urban locations. That meant taking them for a walk through some of the green space in one of the many ravines — the Brick Works. Once we pulled out of that natural comfort we came upon Chorley Park and then the beautiful residential area of Rosedale.
There at the edge of the park stood a sweet elderly white-haired woman. She stopped her walking as soon as she saw the three of us saffron-clad monks ambling along. She
