Rustic,
Colorado
It
Starts With The Moon
The
moon, in almost complete fullness, was right before me on high; its image
tucked between two mountain peaks. Rainbow colours circled around it.
Marshall,
who was with me, also marvelled at the splendour of it, and remarked, “My dad
used to say that those circles around the moon indicate there will be a storm.”
As
the hours wore on, we did not encounter a weather storm, but the rage of the Cache la Poudre River, aka the Poudre (pronounced poo-der) River. I
personally love the roar of a river in my ears, as opposed to the roar of
trucks. It is real mercy (fortune) that very few trucks visit this road, Hwy
14. I am astounded that cars and recreational vehicles don’t tumble down into
the river with this meandering road at its side. There are no barriers to keep
traffic in. I am also surprised that the towering rocks, seemingly ready to
give way, do not roll down to crush the traffic. This is a tight valley.
I do
think of people, acquaintances, I know while walking. I think about and pray
for those who struggle with cancer, alcohol and multiple other challenges. I
knew them in a period of their life when they were vibrant and youthful. It’s
changed now. Age is creeping up for all.
People
are important to me. One fellow, in his middle-age, was working in his front
yard. I asked, “How far is the town of Rustic?”
He
told me, “Two miles.”
I
told him of my walk and moved on. Later, he drove up to reach me and gave me a
bag filled with half of his personal groceries, all veg-oriented, of course.
Now
that’s kindness. He shone like the moon with rings of colour around him. He
shone. Thank you!
May
the Source be with you!
20
miles
Editor’s
Note:
Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk, will be interviewed livestream on Facebook
on Saturday June 10, at 5:00 p.m. Eastern time. Don't miss this opportunity to
hear some “Tales from Trails!” and the main topic, Learning to Attain Freedom
in the Modern World.
Should
be very interesting! Please join us!
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