New Glasgow, Nova Scotia
The Snow Stayed Hard
We drove into the land of whiteness, where snowmobilers conquer any cleared areas. Tracks of those passionate machines have clearly made their mark through the laden snow after a major storm yesterday. This is not how it was when I landed in Canada’s east coast a week ago. I wasn’t so much prepared, clothing wise, for the change. I usually live in denial at pronounced seasonal changes.
What a great wrap-up it was in these Maritimes, in a culture of traditional direction which goes towards the fruit of the sea. But, “the times they are a changin’,” Dylan wrote. Is it possible to see lobster dinners being replaced by kirtan on a Saturday night?
Here in New Glasgow, just off the Trans Canada Highway, a curious group of people met with Mukunda, Nirmana, Joseph, Ashley, and myself, at a yoga studio on the floor atop a Subway restaurant. The building owners showed up for our little session, so did yoga students, didgeridoo players, and Leslie.
Who is Leslie? Well, she’s a fantastic networker who got the word out that this ancient practice of this immersion into sacred sound was about to take place. Having full on experience from Vancouver, the country’s west coast, Leslie managed to summon the curious. I know that the attendees came out of inquisitiveness. They told me so. They were cool with something so experientially different. For them, it was learning new songs, moving to new dance steps and smacking the hands in unison claps – all wrapped in one. It was fun!
To put the evening to a grand finale, one of the guys, a forest preserver by profession, did a demo of fire dancing. Now, that was outside. His kerosene flames didn’t quite melt the snow around us, but with his performance and the kirtan, hearts did melt.
May the Source be with you!
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