Thursday, June 6th, 2013

Thanks Gen and Dan

Fort Frances, Ontario

Wood ticks are plentiful, you just brush yourself against a tree, or feet through the grass, and you’re likely to take one or more or two ticks for a free ride. Some of this piggy backing they have done when I take a brief break from the road.

“Never mind,” said one of the participants at Little Beaver Cultural Centre, “they are not the dreaded deer ticks, not to worry.”

Daruka, Billy the bird, and I had completed a presentation at an elementary school at a village of Mine Centre. It had to be simple, after all, the attention span of the kids is what it is. They took marvelously to chanting, and of course, our blue front Amazon, Billy, stole the show.

Our evening was spent with adults. So today, we went from ticks to kids to biggies in an evolutionary take on association. There, at the cultural centre, we introduced more chanting for the day, until the sun started tucking itself away (and here in the north it goes quite late). How sweetly this group chanted.

Daruka and I were determined to visit spots like this one where we had been on our past excursion here in September of 2012. People even remember me from 10 years ago. Bobby Ryder was one of them, “I recall seeing you on the highway then. You were on the road in the middle of wilderness.” For Bobby, a statistic taker by profession, it took a decade for her to meet up with me. And because I insisted on walking to the cultural centre instead of being driven, that meeting materialized.

“You stood out,” said Bobby, referring to the devotional apparel.

Our hosts, Gen and Dan, Lindsay and others at a group session requested firmly another visit by ourselves, for a workshop and a retreat.

The nice thing about these smaller places is that people have more time. There is something more satvic about these folks. Satvic means mode of goodness.

7 KM