When Debbie, Sally, and I visited Toronto in the early 1980s, the Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO) blew me away. The vast gallery on the second floor that held the mammoth Henry Moore sculptures was overpowering, and I could look in there only for short periods. Art museums have that effect on me, and that's why this article from the Toronto Star is so exciting. AGO now is offering yoga in this gallery. People, including some AGO staff, come early in the morning and practice among the larger than life figures as the sun rises. No music, no hot rooms--just yoga practitioners and their individual mats.
When I first saw the city of Toronto, I fell in love with it. The individual neighborhoods with their unique markets, the subway, the people--it was all so charming and civilized!! And best of all was the AGO. I saw my first Breughel paintings here, and of course, the Henry Moore sculptures. I've always wanted to live here, too. It feels welcoming to human beings, and it's not that far away. My favorite Canadian writer for years was Robertson Davies, and he was Master of Massey College at the University of Toronto. One of his most delightful books is High Spirits, a collection of ghost stories that he wrote himself for the Master's traditional address to the members of Massey College at its Christmas dinner. They seem so plausible in this humane, vibrant city. Toronto feels as if it's haunted by creative spirits.