St. John’s, Newfoundland
Last
Day in Newfoundland
It’s been good being with the
Newfoundlanders. We made awesome
contacts with Brad, Josh and Justin who are local. Paul is from Grand Prairie, and grew up there
in a Hutterite community, most of his life.
Tinu is from Kerala, India, born Christian and now exploring a similar
consciousness—more expanding perhaps.
It’s all good!
There’s the people and then there’s ‘the
rock’ itself—the Island.
Hayagriva, Marshall and I trekked to the edge of the continent. Cape Spear is the name. It’s a spot I'm also familiar with. It’s the ideal spot for marathon-anything, as a starting point. https://instagram.com/p/Ba7iYTZlfSy/
Incidentally, I'm not off on a major walk
anywhere real soon—just little jaunts here and there.
We met Michael, a local, and a young woman
from Scotland, who’s researching the frequent mishaps of whales entangled in
fishing nets. On her list of places are
California, Vancouver, Cape Cod and now, Newfoundland.
We shared our brunch with the two, up at
the peak by the lighthouse. The Cape
does attract tourists. Everyone seems to
capture a very good vibe from the place.
And much to our luck, there was hardly a breeze. It does get frightfully cold at times. When I came up here in 2002 with the film
crew of the documentary, “The Longest
Road”, they wanted my hands in pranams
to the ocean and elements. They took so
many takes with the camera and me chanting mantras. It was so frigid. I swear those exposed hands felt like they were
just going to drop off.
Our happy ending in the St. John’s area was
here. We chanted to the whales.
May the Source be with you!
6 km
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