Moncton, NewBrunswick
Dieppe is the twin city to Moncton and is primarily a
francophone community. The two cities
are physically divided by the Petiticodiac River, a snaky stream of water that
goes empty at the ocean’s low tide and then abruptly fills up with the moon’s
pull. Tourists come here to view the
highest tide in the world.
From Meramcook I walked along Hwy 106 until it suddenly
ended to merge with super-highway 2, the Trans Canada Highway. Lo and behold an
alternative grand road was spotted by Daruka.
This became Hwy 132 bringing me past a retail strip, restaurants, and
churches with full parking lots. The
United, Catholic, and Kingdom Halls were filling in with parishioners as I
walked by. Some folks noticed me. Yes,
I’m different, but still believe in the same God.
At Patrice’s place where Daruka, the brahmacaris and I have
been hosted more faithful people of the new age kind filled his backyard for my
delivery on yoga walking. “I walk the
line, and this has nothing to do with a Johnny Cash song. Walking the line refers to treading the path
of dharma, duty, responsibility, or obligation.” I went on to tell stories of my duty as a renunciant
who roams to learn detachment from this world.
I also engaged the crowd in learning a verse from the
Gita. They thoroughly enjoyed 18.54, a
message about being joyful in transcendence, being above mundane desires and lamentation. To follow, when the brahmacaris rolled their
drums and we inserted the maha-mantra, it finally became dance time. I bet that the followers of the churches on
the other side of the river were not dancing -although no less enlightened.
It was a gathering of great souls who were drinking in the
aural beauty of spiritual sound and moving physically to that sound.
I want to thank Patrice for his helpful massage. I also want to thank Jagannath Misra of
Burlington for his financial support and Murari Gupta of Miami for assisting in
many wonderful ways.
30 Km
No comments:
Post a Comment