Grafton, Ontario
Old Shelter
From Montreal, Ananda, Kishor and I headed west on Hwy 401 and took a break at the rural area of Grafton to visit Jai, Rasa and family, as well as to see their new calf. That went well. The visit included talks of relevance over soup and bread. It was time to depart as we were under pressure to meet a timeline for chanting at Toronto's downtown Kensington.
"Pick me up," I softly recommended to our driver, Kishor. "I need to get some walking in."
"Okay," said Kishor, and I then had the pleasure to trek the Old Shelter Road, which is edged by farmland on both sides. I could not help but notice the mustards by my side, the large lilacs bursting with fragrance, and the lowly, notorious poison ivy—a green companion there to respect but no more.
During that rather brief time on the rustic road, an occasional motorist would zip by somewhat surprised at the sight of a man in robes. I can't always see the drivers through the tinted glass, but through a subtle perception I can feel something stirring inside—a curiosity perhaps. I really do wish the drivers, whoever he or she may be, would slow down, stop, roll down the window, and begin a chat. The nature of modern conveyance is that you move so fast there almost isn't the time, because of the speedy nature of things, to interact. That's sad, in my opinion.
Oh, here comes Kishor and Ananda. Goodbye country road! Hello, smooth pavement, the 401, and the fast and furious madness until we reach Oshawa at that rush hour, when all becomes confined to turtle traffic.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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