Jackson, California
Nine
Days to Go
A message went out on Facebook that I was
in town and so the response from people driving along was phenomenal. Sheriff Davis, while on duty, came over to
the roadside, saying he wanted to get a picture taken. Naturally, I complied with the nice
officer. Jeffrey Hayes, a ranger with
the forest department, offered congratulations, adding to that given from a list
of security officers from the local casino.
I had trekked along the worse roads in the
country—too narrow, no shoulder, traffic fast, ditch next to you. Very non-pedestrian friendly. That was Ridge Road. One sympathizer, Michael, gave me a lift to
the location of my brahmacaris
(monks) to suggest an alternative. The
alternative wasn’t much better—the New York Ranch Road.
When I met Rachel Norris of the Amador
Ledger Dispatch, she came right out and said it. “The worst roads in
America!” Confirmed.
What really lit up our day was our evening
program. For our morning jaunt, we
noticed the sign “Dance” for a yoga studio in a plaza. I suggested to Hayagriva that he should contact
the shop. Patti answered the phone. On the same day, she managed to interest
twenty people, including a family with two young sons, in our kirtan, on top of her usual “gonging”
for the full moon. After my session of
talk and chant, Patti and partner, who hosted us in their home, took us through
a “gonging” for relaxation. It was a
first for me to lie down and hear a continuous resonance from a massive,
circular, metal apparatus.
What a grounding effect that had! Powerful!
Thank you Patti. You made our day
by lighting up our night.
May the Source be with you!
20 miles
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