Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Sunday, November 6th, 2016

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?”


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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