Hamilton/Owen Sound
Wild Ginger
Daniel did the whole eight kilometre stretch barefoot. That
was a very daring and bold step to take, in the opinion of the rest of us. We were a dozen in number, trekking the Bruce
Trail with its up and down terrain, stopping at the occasional growth of wild
apples, pears, and grapes. We were
impressed with David’s knowledge of what a forest offers more at the ground
level. He foraged some wild ginger root,
something I was curious about, but unaware of what it looks like.
A young woman, Krishna, who lives in our temple ashram,
brought wraps for our picnic, and Pushta-Krishna, from Mississauga, brought members
from our community, who in turn, contributed to the eatables. It was like a gourmet meal, really, and
passersby admired our spread of food as we sat lotus-positioned near Tiffany Falls,
a big attraction in the Hamilton area. All
in all, it was a bonding event.
Well, Pradhyumna and I moved on to the north, to hook up
with Nanda Maharaja in Brampton. From there we proceeded to Owen Sound—and with
more wild ginger. The Hanna family in that city greeted us with old-time-hug
hospitality. Yes, we chopped the ginger
into the tiniest of pieces to toss into the dahl (our second meal of the
day) followed up by chanting and more walking;
this time along the dock of Georgian Bay. Just lovely!
The day was blessed with acquaintance of people, nature, and
what they both produce. The chanting
done was just an absolute plus.
May the Source be with you!
11 km
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