Kit Carson, California
Where
There’s Smoke There’s Desire
Smokey the Bear has been indicating to
travellers, campers, cyclists and the rare walker that the danger of forest
fires is at an all-time high in the area.
In fact, the town we are approaching, Jackson, is reportedly receiving
smoke from several directions. Both in
the U.S. and Canada many trees, grass, buildings and people have been under threat
this summer. Strange, when back east
there’s an overdose of water—rain.
I met a man today who has read the
Bhagavad-gita. He loves it. He also asked what I get out of all the
walking.
“Humility, appreciation for nature and
life. And seeing that Krishna is in all
things. Let’s say, I'm going in that
direction.”
I met Ted from Idaho. He’s a musician, a singer, a guitarist. He told me he’d write a song about our
meeting.
One man, collecting firewood, noticed
me. “Hey, I like those clothes. Are they comfortable? … I’m a Satanist, by
the way. I also adore Shiva, Lord of
destruction. When the world goes, he’ll
come to dance.”
A local couple also took interest. They offered a ride. You know the answer. They expressed they’re having difficulty to
have a child, so I offered them a blessing—fertility blessing, I guess you
could say. They really appreciated
it. He did mention, “I’m trying to keep
out of jail.”
There were other people who showed love
through questions.
I had walked today under the sun, the moon,
the clouds and smoke.
May the Source be with you!
20 mi
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