Well, here I am, experimenting with energies. I used to think that I wanted to hang out in the peaceful energy of meditation till the cows come home, but I’m no longer in that spot. I want to see what edgy feels like, what intense doing feels like, what big crowds feel like, what bantering back and forth with another human being feels like.
So then there was yesterday. I got up early and drove to Toronto. After taking the UP Express train downtown, I meandered over to the ferry terminal. I spent a minute or two holding the arm of Jack Layton (or that of a statue honouring him). I thanked Jack for all he contributed to Toronto and Canada. It was the quiet energy of relationship.
I got off the ferry on Ward’s Island at 11:00 am. The brunch and concert at St. Andrew-by-the-Lake Church would start at 12:30 so I had lots of time to wander.
It was clean-up day on the shoreline and many island residents were picking up garbage, hoisting branches that had washed ashore, and sorting recyclables from not. They often moved quickly from one task to the next. I told several of them “The earth thanks you.” Everyone smiled in response. Overall, it was the exuberant energy of doing good.
I walked the tiny streets of Ward’s, surrounded by quaint cottages. Green was everywhere. Plants poking their heads above the earth. Wide stretches of grass. And yellow … masses of daffodils and large forsythia bushes. Vines hung from many homes. Only a few residents were up and about and I said hi when they were close. It was the slow rhythmic energy of nature.
Next I put feet to wood on the shoreline boardwalk. I waved to the few cyclists and walkers out for a stroll. Often V’s of black birds soared over my head. Squirrels did their digging and bouncing along things. It was the pulsating energy of life.
And now for brunch. A jampacked frittata, asparagus-infused greens, a gooey Italian cake and two glasses of red wine. Such a nourishing energy.
I had some good moments with the people I was sitting with. Smiles about life. When the talk turned toward local news that I knew nothing about, I just listened. It was a happy and sad energy … happy to be with human beings and sad that I wasn’t part of their group.
And now for music. I listened to a jazz quartet – vocalist, saxophone player, pianist and upright bassist. The tunes ebbed and flowed as they read off each other and gave each person the chance to shine in a solo. Making it up as they went? Sometimes it felt like that. It was a spontaneous and creative energy, tender and then boisterous, and then back to sweet again.
The dessert of my day was back on the mainland. I stood with a thousand other folks in Maple Leaf Square, where we gazed up at a huge screen and waved white towels. Inside the Air Canada Centre, the Toronto Maple Leafs were battling the Washington Capitals in a National Hockey League playoff game. We cheered wildly for the big hits delivered by the Leafs, for the saves made by Frederik Andersen (“Freddie! Freddie!”) and for the one Toronto goal. We agonized as the Capitals came back to tie and then ended our season with an overtime marker. It was the energy of winning and losing, of gain and loss, of them versus us.
So, I was awash in energies
And no one was better that any other
Just a human being embracing his world