Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia
At the Cove
Peggy’s Cove is one of those iconic places in Canada which is a destination point for tourists. It’s a charmer of an old-time, quiet, fishing village. Hordes of people come here to have a look and a feel. The weather was perfect, above 20°C. The sun was shining on the cove and all the visitors.
The three brahmacharis, Prana Gauranga, Bhakta Marshall, Bhakta Samuel, and myself decided to do our morning sadhanahere, and include breakfast, some kirtanand some boulder hopping. We were smart about it and got there before the world descended on the place, doing the hopping—as mentioned—viewing the old lighthouse, and listening to the bag-pipers playing their melody. We weren’t the only guys in skirts. The highlanders wore kilts. Buses of people on cruises came over, as well as motorists, bikers and cyclists.
Anyway, it was heaven at 8:00 a.m. By 11:00 a.m., the huge, worn boulders looked like anthills, only here people were scurrying about on them. The boys valued the place though, with its clean ocean air and everyone being in a great mood.
Back in Halifax at Yassin Saukar’s home, which is atop a hill, a satsangwas held at 5:00 p.m. Father Alfred, from a local Catholic parish—who is in charge of three churches—came to listen and discuss matters of spirituality. It was hard to see his deterioration of sight. He’s becoming blind, yet he appeared resilient in some way. Discussions centred around the Gita’sexplanation of four seasons for coming to God, as well as the acceptance of God as both the Divine Father and Divine Mother.
I told of ‘Walking Tales’, naturally.
May the Source be with you!