Soldier Summit, Utah
The
Death and Life of Today
The wind was forceful, blowing my robes
every which way. That powerful air
funnelled through these incredible rock formations. It was still quite dark out, and rain, a
teasing rain, came down—cold droplets. I
received a call on my cell in the course of this trekking through turbulence.
“He’s gone!” said the caller, Anubhava,
from Montreal, in reference to Basab’s passing.
The sun did come up, so incrementally, and
the wind died down. Then an e-mail from
a friend. “Could you please pray for my
father, age 84, who just left his body this morning. He died from cancer.”
Deer and prairie dog are casualties. A fresh deer carcass lay by the road and the
totalled car that hit the deer. The
impact may have killed the car, too. A
front tire came off the axle and the engine is done.
The theme of this morning was so obviously
“death,” and “turbulence,” but it all became easily replaced by life, sunshine
and then there was Rick.
Rick is a writer with the Sun Advocate in
Price City. He was really intrigued with
our walking project, its intent, the adventure behind it and the tales I was
able to relay to him. “The tremendous
benefit of moving one foot forward and then swinging the adjacent one
forward—the simple stepping procedure we take so much for granted—is there for
all,” I said.
I felt like I was making him feel guilty
because as he admitted, he felt the need to walk more. A real gentleman, he is. He gave a lift to the day. Thanks!
May the Source be with you!
20 mi
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