In the Country
Thursday night is shopping night for a lot of folks. Traffic is increased; thus it took two hours (that’s double the usual time) to arrive by car at our destination, the Nirvana retreat Centre. Here I have my own 10’ x10’ cabin. A two-story one next to me is reserved for our own three-man monk party. Delegates from other parts of Canada have arrived for a weekend of sanga (group fuelling).
Do I like the place?
Of course! Just the word ‘cabin’ paints a picture of rusticness and comfort. Cedars, pine, spruce and hardwood trees are almost hugging our cabins. The main building, with ample space, provides on its two floors, a dining facility and a yoga room. An aqua-coloured pond, with a limestone base, that could have been our morning bath just a month ago, is also on site.
Love the smells; love the sounds. Coyotes howl something wicked. We are charmed. I’ll take their song over any man-made engine.
A few moments on the bench by the pond. I’m chanting the maha-mantra hoping perchance to see a coyote or two breeze by. I would let them be. Not a move I’d make or a sound I’d shake. I would try to see Krishna in them and process the phrase “I’m the ability in all,” spoken by the speaker of the Gita.
Minutes pass and I didn’t see a coyote at all. It was just silently beautiful.
May the Source be with you!