I received an e-mail message from Dracon, the Chinese chap whom we met on the Bruce Trail back in Queenston Heights on June 3rd. His message was he finished the Bruce from its southern start, to the northern-most point in Tobermory—a distance of 890 kilometres. All victory to him in his solo effort. We would factor in the paramatmapresence—God in the heart. I know little of the details but I should ask him about challenges along the way, the ups and downs of the journey, both physical and psychological. Where did he get food? Etc.
I am encouraged also to get back on that trail. Duties have me bound. Such as today, I held a seminar on guru/discipleship, or shall I say guru / sishyawhich are actually the more traditional terms. It was important as some people are aspiring to take that next step—not in terms of walking but advancing spiritually.
With us still sunk in a sweltering summer, Karuna and I decided a walk was nevertheless necessary for the day, but we would only consider the task when a cooling had taken place. By 8:30 p.m., we left for Christie Pitts Park. It seems everyone had the same target in mind—evade the heat, bathe in the night. Bloor Street became full with humans and all that’s good and bad which goes along with them.
It was really pleasant. A sit-down at a picnic table at Christie Pitts for gayatrichanting was just a perfect ending. The sun came down and so did the last of the relentless heat. Meanwhile, sections of B.C. are receiving snow.
May the Source be with you!
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