When I say “our street” I mean the one that we live on as well as the back alley that runs parallel to it and let’s not forget the street parallel to it and then the one also parallel but on the other side of the tracks. This was my route for the night; with snow and ice all over its surface.
It is awfully peaceful at the hour of 9 to 10 p.m. This is no doubt conducive to a soft chant rolling off the lips.
The quiet, combined with space, also lends itself to thoughts of the day’s affairs. To backtrack, at 11 a.m. I heard teams of four in number reciting Bhagavad-Gita slokas (verses) over Zoom, by kids who are with GEL, Gita Ethics Learning. I was impressed with their sharpness of memory. I congratulated them. And then the questions rolled out. After their presentations I offered mine, after being introduced as a walker of lands. When questions do that — roll — you know there’s interest and curiosity. That’s life. Those kids are promising.
At noon I gave a class to Brampton folks on the topic, “How to Deal with the Winter Blues?” The message was on the same topic for Ottawa. Again, many questions came.
By the way, how do we see winter in a favorable light? Below are some winter dillies:
- A snowflake is Winters version of a butterfly.
- Cold hand, warm heart, can’t lose.
- Eat, drink and be cozy.
- From Bhagavad-Gita: “Happiness and distress are like winter and summer seasons. They arise from sense perception and one should tolerate them without being disturbed.” 2.14.