Yahk, British Columbia
Baby Crow
There is life in death with the emergence of the soul, even when an entity apparently bites the dust. From the nest of a crow fell this baby bird, and somehow landed on the edge of the highway. Funny, when you consider the name of this road way – the Crowsnest Pass. I looked at the little buzzard, not a sign of life was in it, so where did the atma go? The answer lies in karma, which is often times too complex to make some order or shape out of it. As the body lay there rather featherless and practically balding, we can imagine that its soul is in flight.
On his way to work, Patrick saw me, pulled over and came out of his truck to offer pranams. Under his safety vest was a dark sweat shirt with an adorable insignia of Ganesh printed on it. He’d been to Tibet like many westerners have been doing as of late. Instead of the Himalayas, he obtained a little flavour of Tibet right here in the Rockies, only I’m not a Buddhist monk. I may not even qualify as an austere monk necessarily. What did make a difference for Patrick and me was the spiritual exchange that we had so early in the morning.
Others came to see me on the highway. The neighbourliness of motorists is like prana (life force), but on the road you get both life and death. Many signs of death are apparent on the highway such as the lifeless baby crow and the numerous crucifixes erected to demarcate automobile mishaps. There’s a lot of vitality on this road because of the recurring appearance of the Moyie River and historically Dewdley blazed the trail here during gold rush days.
May the Source be with you!
40 KM
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