Sarasota / Seminole, Florida
Cutting A Corner
Namamrta, a retired-professional woman,
hosted Ananta’s family and myself at her home last night. She also tried to direct us to the Pinellas
Trail, a thirty-seven mile cycling / walking pathway which is situated behind
her house. Access to it is not so
easy. She led us through the lawns of
two neighbour’s lots. One of those neighbours
didn’t quite see her but they saw me and wondered.
“What are you looking for?” asked the
curious couple, the owners.
It’s not every day that a monk walks on
your grass. In any event, we found our
way to Pinellas.
Two minutes into the trek and a woman
starts talking. “Where are you from?”
“Canada!”
Ananta introduced me as The Walking Monk
and how I trekked half of the U.S. “From New York to Nebraska,” I said. “To
Lincoln, to be more precise.”
“I’m from there!”
“Actually I went beyond Lincoln—to the town
of Seward.”
“Well that’s the exact place where I’m
from,” she said.
“The police were particularly nice to me in
Seward.”
“Oh, my sister works there—Paula Peterson.”
“Small world.”
She agreed.
“I’ll reconvene walking from there in
May. Nice to meet you.” Of course, I’ll contact Paula in the
spring. I love co-incidences.
In Sarasota, a substantially populated
area, we did conduct a satsang in an
American family’s backyard. Yes, it was
pre-arranged and it was devotionally fulfilling. We had a good attendance and we were on the
grass with our stories and our mantras.
May the Source be with you!
8 km
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