New York’s Chariot Fest encountered much rain last month. Toronto’s event of this day was wet but of a different kind. The humidity brings on the humility. In the parade, people were beaten down. Who said Canada’s cold? The intense heat warranted a good swim on Centre Island’s southern beach. Arjuna Sakha and I did what we believe was the smart thing to do – to get wet in the lake water.
The parade was grand, but with some hiccups. The thing that made it pleasant was the cooperativ
Great experience it always is taking that special 6:30 AM trek through the Ramsden green. Neighbours who do the same as we do (minus the meditation beads) are seeing us as regulars. We came to the children’s playground section of the park. I led them there. Anyone who knows me knows there is a time in the day where I want to be like a kid. At the playground is a small cabin resembling a wood cabin like the type a hermit might take shelter of. It was good connecting with it.
As the
I got to that trail along Governor’s Lake and the Chain of Lakes extension nice and early at 4.30 am. I certainly was the only one there but before long a heron squawked, and a loon cried its long-drawn-out sound indicating the morning has begun. A wild rabbit scurried across the trail. When a human appeared, I was told by that friendly morning person that she saw a beaver in the lake working on home improvement. It was on top of its lodge adding wood branches to its dome.
To me, these are a
