By a Hydro
Pole
Verinder
and I drove by a hydro pole. He pointed out that perched on top there's an
eagle's nest, but I questioned whether it belong to an osprey. Whatever the
bird of prey may be, it is good to know that such creatures can survive in an
industrial world that imposes and encroaches on a territory that should be
shared.
There isn't
a day that goes by that I don't contemplate how it would be good to go back to
the basics, to a simpler and not necessarily primitive way of existence.
People
coming together to partake in music and song is a basic practice known and
executed by the ancients since time immemorial. At the ‘Enrichment and
Counselling Service’ on Queen St.
We only had
an hour and it was remarkable how some local office people took their lunch
break off to join in. I asked for feedback in one word responses and the
messages were: "connected", "united", "present",
"happy", and “peaceful". Some folks came into town from quite
the ways to participate in the chanting.
Wouldn't it
be nice if all lunch hours were like this?
A second
round of chanting took place at the Norfolk Motel. Prabhir Sarkar, the
proprietor, invited us to honour his mom's recent passing. It was more of a
Hindu crowd that came to acknowledge the grace of chanting for the sending off
of a dear soul to a greater world, where all is organic and untouched by the
industrial component… where the eagles and osprey fly.
May the
source be with you!
7 km
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