Back on the Bruce
The rock is held in place by the dirt. The dirt is held in place by the root. When in an upward step, you see all three and how they support each other. They form steps or grips in which to brace your foot until you are ready for the next step.
I’m on the Bruce Trail with monk, Karuna Sindhu, and we are seeing and feeling these realities as we coast along. Not all trekking is on an ascent. There’s descending, and you should observe some of the formed switch-backs, ideal for those guys on speed bikes. https://www.instagram.com/p/BmCRBw-AwKi/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1ww4x9n9j2d0i
In general, the Bruce is really more for walking. It’s a haven, I realize, now being my third day on this trail. We ventured through forests, wetlands, along a dam, and came upon DeCew Falls. We hit a milestone when we crossed a bridge over a creek, where in 1812, Laura Secord trekked these waters, warning General Fitzgibbon that the Americans were coming by ship. The British militia and First Nations Allies prepared themselves for the planned, surprise attack. Had she not been there at the right time, Canada could have easily become an American colony.
After a humid walk, relief came with refreshments from Vaishnava and Janaki in their Niagara home. Thank you!
Oh, and one more item. We met an elderly British fellow on the trail. He met Krishna monks in the late ‘60s at Rolling Stones concerts. He asked Karuna why he had become a monk.
“I liked the simple life.”
To which I added, “We are living the life of a rolling stone; a rolling stone collects no moss.”
May the Source be with you!