Saint John, New Brunswick
Something Wild and Delicious
At the Toronto Airport, I met a fellow from Saint John enroute to get back home. He told me he was a driver. I expressed my vocation—well, one of them.
“I’m a walker; did Canada four times.”
“How much do you walk in a day?”
“It used to be forty-two kilometres a day. Now it’s twenty-four when I do the marathons.”
“You couldn’t catch me doing that.”
From our conversation, I felt I was already in the Maritimes—the east coast—where people come right up to you and convey their friendly side.
My hosts in Saint John are Nick and Sara. They hold a weekly program of bhakti-yogaat the Saint John Wellness Centre. Tonight, I was guest speaker, and all went well including the kirtanand dance at the end. The group participation was phenomenal. The space was great—that old-character type of house. Many of the downtown homes were built by fishermen and/or sailors.
There is one thing which we pulled off that is a standard practice for me and anyone who tags along with me when in New Brunswick. The travelling monks of Canada and I did some fiddlehead foraging at Irving Nature Park. Fiddleheads are the early stage of the fern plant before it unravels. This wild vegetable is just delicious and nutritious. They make a good pizza topping, but what we ended up doing was tossing some of these greens into Sara’s kicharipreparation.
We had no regrets at supper time.
May the Source be with you!