Be Like A Tree
Three monks, including myself, and one family man, the driver, went for an excursion north-bound to the tiny city of Owen Sound. It is the location of the upbringing, and near the burial place of famous Canadian artist, Tom Thomson, a prominent member of the Group of Seven.
Well, our group of four, plus a few more, the Hanna clan, took to trails on the Niagara Escarpment after a chanting session, a talk and a meal. Unique to these trails are the presence of these ancient crevices, deep splits in the rock under you—tight gorges that could turn a wanderer through this area into a frenzied claustrophobic madman, if not prepared.
Garuda, head of the Hanna clan, claims he’s braved some of them. Personally, I wouldn’t venture through them, especially now. They are piled up with deep snow in the bottom. It would be risky to tackle them during this season. Maybe summer could do. One thing for sure is that a trek through these tight areas would keep you cool, even on the hottest day.
We held kirtanat one site which resembled a grotto, a formation of rocks. Also in this area, which is edged near Georgian Bay, you find ancient trees. Trees can always remind us of how tolerant we could be. They stand there over the years and take in so much.
Whenever I’m in the company of the Hanna’s, I feel like a kid. Three generations of them and they make you feel like you’re supposed to be in the forest and just fix yourself there forever.
May the Source be with you!