A farewell from a fine Bangladeshi family, my hosts in Tampa. Arjuna from Dominican Republic bid me goodbye at the airport. I flew off with perfect walking weather behind. As I have written, swimming was another dream.
At Air Canada Jazz flight 1245, I reached my seat. I didn’t anticipate to use the screen in front of me, but I couldn’t resist watching a documentary, 500 Days In the Wild by filmmaker Dianne Whelan. She embarked on a journey paddling, cycling, and walking the longest trail in the world across Canada, touching the Atlantic, Arctic, and Pacific Oceans. It was a journey begun in 2015 which ran into the period of the pandemic. It was a rough go. Very inspiring, though. When she reached her home near Victoria, BC, it was a project well completed. The lady has stamina.
The timing of the film was just right. While I looked at the credits at the end of the film, the plane landed at Pearson Airport. “Hello, Nityananda. Thanks for picking me up. In truth, I’m inspired to do one of those marathons again.”
Duty comes first. I arrived at 243 Avenue Road, the temple, and met up with the Sunday temple crowd. I can’t really think about walking. I would be pushing it too hard.
For Dianne, it looked to me like hers was a pilgrimage. Hardships were there, but the outlook on life is that you have to see the sacredness in everything. She said something about how we all used to live in the world. “Now we live in an economy.”
Source https://www.thewalkingmonk.net/post/another-one-on-the-long-stretch
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