Houston, Texas
People On The Way to The Farm
Ella becomes Wheatley Street at some point. It was on Ella that I met a middle-aged woman in a red pickup truck. I walked by her home as she was about to back out onto the road, to run an errand, I suppose. At first, she drove off, but then made a U turn, slowed, rolled down her window and stopped.
“Is everything Okay?” She continued, “I’ve never seen you walk around here.”
I spoke and then she carried on. “You’re sure you don’t need anything?”
I felt a spirit-soul was reaching out. The best thing that I could do was offer her a mantra card and let her know of our extraordinary Govinda’s Restaurant up the road. I was happy someone stopped on the rather busy roadway.
Once Ella turned into Wheatley, I met a second person, a pedestrian, and the only one I came across on this roughly two mile stretch. Part-Spanish and part-Caucasian and in his sixties, he began to talk. “It’s cold, but walking keeps me warm. You know I like to walk, but I zig-zag a little. You see, I fell once. Damaged my head. Went to a surgeon who sent me to another surgeon about my brain. He said, ‘Yah don’t have a brain left to do surgery on.’” The telling of his story was followed up by his slight chuckle.
I informed him that I had walked America, from Boston to San Fran and his eyebrows rose up. “I’m Swami. Good to know you,” I said.
The hand shakes with those two folks made my day, as I was on my way to the Bhakti Urban farm. Someone had arranged for some ten to eighteen-year-old young people to meet me there and talk about connecting with nature.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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