Near salt flats of Austin, Nevada
Life
is Precarious
Curtis had left us two days ago, back to
Canada. He expressed before leaving that
he learned much from his stay with us.
We will miss him and wish him a safe journey as he hitch-hikes to
British Columbia.
As one person goes, another seems to enter
the door. Mark, from Austin, is a
thirty-four year old who’s gone through a lot, including alcoholism. He joined us for my last six miles of the
day. In our discussion with him, we
concluded that life’s traumas can be responded to by one of two ways—the way of
darkness and self-deception, or the way of spirituality. One leads to a tunnel of compounding
difficulties; the other to freedom.
Mark, Marshall, Hayagriva and I very much
relished the last two hours, however, our return ride back to our satellite,
Lincoln Motel, meant death for several entities. Rabbits in particular were creamed under our
tires. It seems that life is very
vibrant at nightfall. A young fox became
confused by our headlights while he was hunting. He wouldn’t leave the road and scurried about
here and there on the asphalt. Finally,
he left our radar and fled. An owl also
swooped down in front of our vehicle, “The Jaladhuta Express.” Minutes later a young bobcat ran in front of
us, escaping death from our wheels.
Whether human or animal, life totters from
safety to threats. To Mark, I suggested
he work on a freedom program. “Be
determined to be clean.”
May the Source be with you!
20 miles
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