Wednesday, October 28th, 2015
Today’s walk is dedicated to a monk who I adore very much. Mukunda Goswami is his name. He is currently in intensive care in the hospital in Australia struggling for his life. I believe he is 73.
To tackle this day, which I held in honour of this great soul, I approached it (and the heavy rain) as a kind of sacrifice. Along with Tre’von and our new team player Mandala, we took out our best water-resistant attire. I even surrendered to wearing trousers and a plastic rain shell for practicality. It wasn’t easy move through the unstoppable waters coming from the sky. The liquid fell from above and didn’t let up until the last hour of my walking when I was alone. Frankly, I felt that the three of us were like men at sea.
When my two companions pulled off the road to put a warm meal together (compliments to Paul for offering the use of his kitchen in his Bed & Breakfast), I ventured through the Lower Trail along the Juniata River. Not a soul could be seen. The rain seems to intimidate many creatures, except for some happy plants that I could see along the way. The river’s waters rushed forward in a way that was inspiring but I just couldn’t keep to the pace of the flowing H2O. Despite all efforts to stay dry, wetness still came through. What to do? You just have to accept it as an austerity. And again, I’m doing this for Mukunda.
While water was very much the main feature of the day, the mantra emanating from the lips penetrated through all the predominating fluids. Motorists somehow seemed to figure out that my walking had something to do with Russ O’Reilly’s article in the ‘Altoona Mirror’ as well as a broadcast on a local radio station. The message was, “If you see a monk and believe in honouring our teachers, then give a honk.” And that they did.
May the Source be with you!
19 miles \ 31 km