Sackville,New Brunswick
“Well, how are you kids doing?” addressed the jovial fellow. He was talking about Matt, who’s 20 and me,
who is almost 60. The two of us were
walking west on quiet highway 106 through Dorchester when this fellow, in his
late 60’s, was doing some maintenance work in his front yard.
I explained about the 4th walk and he warmly but provocatively
questioned, “how do I know it’s your 4th or that you’ve done any walks at
all?” In mild defense I told him I write
a daily journal of my experiences, that I have my walking companions and
support person as witnesses and various reps from media that have come out on
the road to report. I could have gone on to show calluses on my feet and let
him feel the IT band or stiff lumps on my thighs but I chose not to get
personal.
“Why are you walking?” he queried.
“Lots of marathons go on, running, cycling especially, and mostly
they are conducted for causes of disease awareness. My walk is of a different nature. It’s to address the disease called ego.”
With that he quipped, “I’ve got an ego. I’m a politician in this area of Dorchester.”
I asked him if he considered politics and ego synonymous to one another.
“Sure. Politics is about
moving things and making noise.”
“What a character!” I thought, but he was basically nice and
was a communicator.
In Sackville, the brahmacari monks and I were scheduled to present
the topic of meditation. The focus was
on sound vibration. We decided to select
a Gita verse and activate that portion of the brain connected to memory. The verse that all attendees learned was from
chapter 6, dhyana yoga. It goes as such:
“As a lamp in a windless place does not waver, so the transcendentalist
whose mind is controlled remains always steady in his meditation on the
transcendent Self.” (6.19)
27 Km
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