Sheeshan and I took to walking along the harbour's edge but just to get there you have a series of tight switch-backing to do, via residential streets.
is a rocky place and its protected
harbour is nestled in that rock. St. John's
If someone were to ask me, "Does the place rock?" I would answer with a forthcoming "yes," because of its friendly folks. Although the early people waiting at bus stops find our morning presence a fascination, no one hesitates to say "Good Morning!"
At the very crest of the rock dynamic of
is the museum called "The Rooms." It
was there, later in the morning, when I met in a casual cue, some of the
attendees of last night's function. Amongst them was Terrance, who is serious
about chanting on his beads. Toby is a yoga instructor whom I suggested to keep
his guidance for men only. Since the world of yoga in the West has become
largely a women's domain why not give the guys a break. And Heather I met last
June. ‘Interested in making life simple’ is a motto she wishes to live by.
"Why not?" I say. St.
Two more gatherings occurred. One was a meeting with volunteer staff of the ‘East Coast Trail,’ one of National Geographic's ten best adventure destination in the world. Jan and I plan on making a portion of it a pilgrimage experience in October, with enthusiastic trekkers. It's in the early planning stage. The second group to meet was the ‘Indian Youth Association’ at
and other friends from June's visit. I'm so happy to see follow-up people from
before. Either as a pilgrim, or as a novel Swami in Memorial University , I find it a good sign that
people here are either initially drawn or remember us to the point of
connecting again. People here rock on the rocks. Newfoundland
May the Source be with you!