Wood River, Nebraska
The Couple
The couple were standing fairly close to
each other, a bit unusual for the three of us monks to see at 4:00 a.m., as we
stopped for the light en route to our starting destination for the day. I rolled down my window to get some air and
we could hear the pair actually having a serious and loud argument; not a
kiss. For myself, I was reminded because
I have chosen a different lifestyle, I don't have to go through this type of
entanglement. A monk’s entanglements are
of a more spiritual nature.
I met Jerry in the afternoon. He was on his way back home to
Pennsylvania. He was pushing his bike,
as the winds were too strong for peddling.
Packed onto and dangling from his bike were bags and boxes—in them his
life’s possessions. He reminded me of
Johnny, whom I met by the Mississippi last summer and who was also drifting
though the country, in wonder, or lost.
It’s easy to feel for such persons who are modestly displaced in
society. Johnny had slept in his vehicle
during the rain storms and, after waking, noticed me. I suggested to him a spiritual outlet. “Try this mantra.”
Speaking of storms, does the rain and
nature’s drain, the wind, ever stop? My
trekking through Grand Island, Alda and finally Wood River was met with much of
this. At the same time, response from
people was most positive. Austin, of the
“Grand Island Independent” had done a great article featured today. I received a lot of honks of approval. Some motorists stopped. At one point, I made a wrong turn, ended up
lost, with no cell, at a truck stop, and a woman who read the article went out
of her way to redirect me. Bless her! http://www.theindependent.com/communities/aurora/walking-monk-crosses-nebraska-on-way-to-san-francisco/article_cd3e5b48-3c21-11e7-88a8-ef6326be2fca.html
Our troup of three backtracked by way of
the Jaladuta Express, our van, to Omaha for a sat sanga amidst torrential rains.
People were so responsive here, too.
May the Source be with you!
20 mi
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