Toronto, Ontario
Ravine Stroll
Raymond and I went for a ravine stroll. We appreciated the air movements. It made the trees sing. Those higher winds caused trunks and branches to twitch, dance and produce screaming sounds. The bending of these trees seemed to flex their muscles and release some tension. Raymond was claiming the screeching was that of birds.
"No!" I said. "Stop, look and listen."
It actually took some time for the next screech to occur but it came. It was definitely the limbs responding to the wind. We moved on and saw the leafless vines swirled about some tree trunks. "What does this say to you, Ray?"
"The tree is like the guru and the students are getting strength (like the vines) from the guru," he analysed.
"Good thinking!"
We came upon a posting affixed to another tree which read, "Dog Found," with a picture of the canine cutey centred on it. We had a little chuckle over that.
"It reminds me of some words by Carole King about the soul being in the lost and found," I mentioned to Ray.
"I know it," he said excitedly.
Out of the ravine, I pointed to the once-train-station-now-liquor-store. I used to pace back and forth here after closing hours whenever it rained. The awning is substantial enough for that.
It was a good walk in and out of the ravine.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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