Wednesday, June 22nd,
2016
Ottawa, Illinois
The Soul is Nomadic
We knew it would be a
soaker today; so the weather report revealed.
Indeed, the rain came down quite evenly and consistently as Gopal drove
me to the spot from where I left off the day before.
Was I prepared for
the wetness? Well, sort of! I learned from my walk in Ireland that the dhoti (a monk’s lower garment) is prone
to rip when you make a stride while the material is drenched. It can be embarrassing. I had little to worry about “being seen” on
this Canal Trail, but I could not afford to have any torn clothing to worry
about.
The solution?
I’ll go at it with
merely my swimming trunks on, have sandals on my feet and an umbrella over my
head. The rain was warm. Cold was not an issue. I cautioned Gopal, “Don’t take any photos,
please!”
He concurred-- and
laughed.
There I roamed, down
a leafy trail with trees on both sides, thunder and lightning occupying the
skies. Millions of fire-flies lit up the
dark, early morning. I then met with
so-called civilization (humans) some hours later, upon entry of a small city
called Ottawa. The rain lulled. I changed
back into my robes. At Washington Park I
met Rick Koshko from the local radio station.
He came equipped with
umbrella and mic. The rain poured like
crazy, but he asked questions despite.
It was an in-depth interview. He
even caught me saying, “I’m an oddball.
I’m a monk for life. Somewhere in
a previous life I was married and had a family.” I implied that I got desire (for family, sex)
out of my system.
During the interview
a representative from “The Times” popped over to get a photo for his
story. He wasn’t about to stay. The rain came down like Noah had ever seen.
This evening I spoke
to a group of Krishna devotees in Naperville.
The theme was “The soul is nomadic.”
It always moves.
May the Source be
with you!
14 miles
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