Flamborough,
Ontario
Nine More
Our group of six, consisting of
Christopher, Jaya, Gnan, Oksana, and David, began the hike along the Bruce
Trail from what some people
call the “Dundas Peak”. We were initially greeted by fog and early morning
darkness. Soon, however, that dissipated. The terrain on the Escarpment Trail
was pleasantly smooth, up to a point.
With a generous supply of rain that had
descended overnight, rivers and creeks had been replenished, and waterfalls,
like the Borer’s Falls, were full.
Colours of foliage were vivid, rich.
We felt blessed. During our
three-and-a-half hours of hiking, rain was staved off. Leaves spiraled down, creating a blanket of
multi colours over the forest floor.
Eventually, our trail became wavy. It was
the usual Bruce dynamic of valley and hill.
Wet rocks were slippery. Fallen
leaves added to the ‘slip’, and whatever soil we tread upon was near-mud. We all did quite good in keeping our
balance. Christopher told me he lost it
more than once. I also went for a grand
fall, but with a soft landing. Much mud
ended up on my backside.
It happened in one ravine, where leaves
were coming down like snow. It reminded
me of souls falling from the spiritual realm, and descending to this mundane
world.
We have all been there, I thought. With all
integrity, we may call on the helpful affirmation that, “I will not fall lower,
morally, than I already have.”
After a successful nine kilometres of
trail walking, our group made it to Lynden, and the home of godbrother
Girijadhava, and his daughter, Krishna Prem.
We were hosted so sweetly. We all
indulged in the meal Giri had drummed up, some kirtan, and talk about Diwali—the
“Festival of Lights”.
May the Source be with you!
9
km
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