Toronto, Ontario
On the Train and the Road
The passenger next to me on the VIA train was a sweet
elderly lady from Dorval, Quebec, and by her own arrangement this petite lady
was enroute to Niagara-on-the-Lake, then a stay overnight in a hotel room to
attend the Shaw Theatre (as in George Bernard Shaw). It was clearly a holiday for her.
I mentioned to her that Niagara-on-the-Lake is where the
Bruce Trail begins, a trail that I have begun to tackle. One thing led to another and somewhere in the
conversation I mentioned my marathon walks.
She asked, "How long does it take to walk Canada?"
"Six months," I said.
"Did you do the Trans-Canada Highway?"
"The first two times.
The second two, I took on alternative routes."
As we were talking, the train at optimum speed rushed by all
the greenery of forests and fields. I
was getting homesick for the road. And
when she mentioned September is the best month for walking, I had to agree, and
that made me more desirous of walking long distances. Oh well.
I'm afraid I'm anchored down with other responsibilities for the time
being, and will have to settle for walking down Yonge Street, later in the
evening after a meeting.
You know, whether walking down a road or working from an
office, I do consider it all a great holiday.
It is a good life regardless of the challenges I face on an ongoing
basis. The challenges are usually
people-based, yet I must carry on and enjoy the service to Krishna.
The train stopped at Union Station, and the sweet little
white-haired lady was so happy to have met a monk, and certainly it goes vice
versa from my side.
May the Source be with you!
7 km
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