Saturday, May 28th, 2016
Port Clinton, Ohio
Crash of Glass
There was a crash of glass just ahead of us to break the silence, and even more than that - a human voice coming from an angry woman shouted, "And don't come back!"
With that emerged a man of good build, an Afro-American, as was she, telling by the voice. The door had slammed at this early hour of 4:30 am. The oncoming man noticed us and so I took the lead in conversing with him.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's alright!"
"We're walking to San Francisco!" and so a friendship began. "Don't let that, whatever was going on back there, bother you!" I suggested.
"No, I won't, but I tell yah I've never met a monk before. You've made my day!" And he then ventured off happily to work, or so he said he was doing.
Another precious moment came when Uttamananda and I met a security person, Bonnie, outside a factory of sorts. She sent a message after our exchange via email.
"Good morning to the Walking Monk. I met you while on duty this morning."
May the Source be with you!