Toronto, Ontario
What Was Real
Karuna Sindhu and I were setting up our tent at a suburban
intersection where it was fairly quiet – grassy with some trees to provide
enough privacy for the night’s slumber.
It was just another one of those days, on the road, walking the country,
putting in a good 40 kilometres/25 miles.
Some young boys, a half a dozen or so from the neighbourhood, heard
about the Walking Monk. They huddled
around Karuna and I as we were setting up.
They were intrigued with our rugged life-style as marathon walkers and
as monastic men. I asked them if they
could do us a favour – collect some rocks from the trees nearby and put them in
a pile close to the tent. These rocks would come in handy in case some bears
would come on an attack and we could then hurl them at them in order that we go
back to slumber. The boys were most
enthusiastic to help. They collected
rocks and then wished us good luck for tomorrow’s journey on foot. They really wanted to come with us but their
parents, they expressed, would not be persuaded.
The above was simply a dream of last night. I wish it wasn’t. It brought my subtle-self back to the road
where I like to be.
In any event I really had to pinch myself and take stock of
my actual day. In reflection some items
of the day were 1) recording a message reporting to the local community on how
the temple ashram is doing during the lockdown 2) taking a walk with Aisvarya,
in his early 20s, from Trinidad, and stuck in Canada 3) relishing David’s
attempt at quesadillas 4) delivering a class from the book Bhagavatam and 5)
listening to Dwarkanath playing his sarod.
How sweet it all was!
May the Source be with you!
6km
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