Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Sunday, August 6th, 2017

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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