To Ottawa, Ontario
Strides of Shanti
It was really good to get out of
the city. Actually, it was liberating to get in between the two cities, Toronto
and Ottawa, because twixt the two population densities lies the country side;
rolling hills, barns, blue skies, etc.
I asked our driver, Mahadeva, as
we sailed along on serene Highway 7, “Do you think we could take a break, stop
and hit that trail?” I was implying that I get some physio in and walk a
stretch of that 22,000-kilometre trail known as “The Great Trail.” And so
Mahadeva, partner Anna Purna, and I made a stretch on this appealing trail
edged by cedars and swamp, visited by red-winged black birds and set under the
most friendly sky.
Since my knee operation four
weeks ago, I hadn’t walked with such guts, in relative speed and distance. This
is Lanark County, but we felt we were in Oz, down a yellow brick road. Magical
moments. The sun was first on our back, and then with an about-face he was on
We were feeling Krishna on our
back and on our front. Pacing like this in such a superb environment is the
best therapy. I would say it would have been a cardinal sin had we not gone for
those strides of shanti, peace.
Anyway, it was time to end the
beautiful spell, get on board the van and head for the nation’s capital, only
to then be greeted by loving, cheering devotees at 212 Somerset East.
May the Source be with you!