Fredericton, New Brunswick
Open to People
Since last night, when I walked one block twice in Sussex, I encountered some fun exchanges. On that quiet main street of the town, a young woman from a carload of passengers stuck out her head to shout out a remark.
“I like the dress,” she said of my robes.
“They’re robes. I’m a monk.”
“Oh, that’s what they are. I’m not that educated. In fact, I’m ignorant.” I sensed some sarcasm.
“Do get educated!” I encouraged her.
In the downtown of Fredericton, the brahmacharis and I met the school librarian. With coffee in hand she crossed the street with us, and we began a conversation around the weather.
“Best month of the year,” I declared. “Best for walking.” I was referring to September.
“Oh yes, it really is.”
“And best for reading?” I asked.
“Always!”
When the Brahmacharis and I reached the Bill Thorpe Walking Bridge, I pulled out my cell for a photo. A polite young guy behind me, on his way to do landscaping, with skate-board in arm, decided to wait until I clicked. I clicked. He had questions.
“I’ve heard about Krishna… I’ll be going on a retreat where they honour a vow of silence.”
I encouraged the calm man who introduced himself by the name, Devlon. I expressed that in our order we sing, drum and talk about dharma. We made a friend, and the brahmacharis will keep in touch with him.
My stay in New Brunswick wrapped up with a swim in Lake Killarney. Refreshing!
May the Source be with you!
6 km
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