Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
Snow Deep
Vallabha and I headed for Sault
Ste. Marie’s waterfront, which has a trail starting from the Sleep Inn Motel
where we rested and dreamed for the night. The trail along the St. Mary’s River
is not detectible. You cannot see it for the snow banks, but we tried anyway
and so we sank into the white stuff, which was hard on the surface but soft
underneath. I sank first, knee-deep. He began to come to my rescue but he sank
all the same. It was a good laugh.
I continued on my own down the
main street. These mining towns truly get challenged by drug addiction. It
hurts to see the homeless as well. The downtowns are not what they used to be.
A plaque set to a rock tells of the location of internment of “enemy aliens” in
reference to Ukrainians and other Europeans who came to Canada, escaping the
Russian Revolution. That was a bit over a hundred years ago. History spells out
much darkness. Prejudices prevail in the accounts of human interactions.
Before departing for Toronto I
met Ravi, who is attending college here. He decided to go to school in the
north (Canada), has started a Yoga and Meditation club on campus, and is
working part time harvesting chaga, medicinal fungus. “How did you get so
adventurous?”
“I learned it from you and your
walking,” he said.
Our trip back was great. Great
scenery, but no bears – only a frozen moose (probably hit by a car) and who’s
now a feast for flitting and landing ravens. French River was a delight.
May the Source be with you!
2 km
Check out “Play, Pray, Walk, Laugh,”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VODhCmb670M
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