Hope, British Columbia
Metaphor on Life
So many artists and poet have sung and written about the travel on the road as a metaphor on life. You hit low points and valleys and high points and elevation. You also see the road as a link to destinations where experiences take place. In many of these places, there’s so little distinction, however, the only difference is in the name.
On the road or the trail there are so many enlightening moments, and sometimes sad ones, as in collision. God forbid, but it does happen. Lots of thought processing goes on in the mind of travellers as they are in motion. For a walker, there’s no exception. And also in the case of Karuna Sindhu and I who endeavour to keep a spiritual focus.
For the first four hours, he and I met with our first rain in a long time, until we reached the town of Hope. From there I took solo to Highway 7 and to a distinctive natured culture, the Fraser River Valley. Motorists along the way were super and friendly. One trucker saw me earlier on and knowing he would see me further down the road on his return, pulled over, came out of his cab, presented some cold water and a bag of almonds. He wasn’t much interested in my story or mission, he just wanted to give, to serve someone. What a big heart. And special thanks goes to Jiva and Jaya Sri for their gracious company and accommodation in Chilliwack.
May the Source be with you!