Delta, Utah
The
Gift of the Wind
To cover some hours walking in coolness,
our team went out to the road near midnight after the talk at Salt Lake
City. Victor, 22, a young Brazilian who
assists on the llama farm we are staying at, joined me for the experience. He rather liked trekking at that quiet hour
and joining us with our simultaneous chanting.
Marshall, Curtis and I were transfixed on the moon and its interplay
with the clouds. Because the traffic
west of Eureka is so subdued, even on a Saturday night, we could manage to keep
our eyes peeled on the sky above. The
soon-to-be full moon was also giving us some clearance.
When we began this ten mile stretch, the
winds were high and some tumbleweeds rolled their way across our path. And then near the town of Lynndyl, the wind,
more gentle now, sent us a kitten. At
about four months old, this new walking recruit clung to our company. We couldn’t figure out whether she had a
master, being that we saw no home nearby.
Perhaps she’s orphaned. Perhaps
she was let out by some motorist who couldn’t maintain the pet at home.
We decided to adopt her. Our army is expanding, but only temporarily,
since Victor and now the kitten will be back at the llama farm. We named her “Tumbleweed” because of her
blonde colour and the fact that the wind seemed to bring her to us. She seems to love our whole team, a bunch of
monks and guys, and we love her. https://instagram.com/p/BXb-tKHl_x_/
In terms of love, we also took to liking
the people at the South Eastern Alternative Healing Arts Centre in Price. With short notice thirty down-to-earth folks
came to hear “Tales from Trails.”
We had a Q and A. Nice!
We had a kirtan. Nice!
May the Source be with you!
18 miles
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