Winnipeg, Manitoba
Night Stepping
It was "Silent Night" all day. It is the quietest day of the whole year. Shops are closed. People are in their homes. Traffic is limited to a short drive to see family or friends or both for the dinner of the year. I was thinking we need more days like this.
As I was walking on Greenwood towards Dakota, I stayed on the actual street. The sidewalk wasn't shovelled. Then I took another look to notice some streets only have street—no sidewalk. Okay then! In this twenty-below-celsius weather I took care to step on what was white, because black surfaces were ice-bound—slippery. Hard snow is safe.
It was night and I kept eyes to the ground. I stopped to have a look at Visvambhara's home. Last summer the place caught on fire just the day after I left. I hope no one thinks I'm jinxed. Too bad, I thought, regarding what's left of the building. The flames were devastating for Visvambhara and family. An extreme inconvenience. On top of that, insurance on the property became a complication. Somehow he remains resilient.
That is the lesson I learn from being on the winter road—to try to overcome, mentally, the extremities of climate, by chanting with lips moving and chanting beads in my pocket as I finger them. Trying toward transcendence.
I was in the mood of reflection thinking of the gathering indoors earlier on, when Ariel played so sweetly the sarangiinstrument. "It is so calming," I said. https://www.instagram.com/p/Br2fp3XgOCl/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=8yd8z0wjtsci
And Daniel, who was absorbed, responded with a "Yes, it is!"
May the Source be with you!
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