Monday, June 6th,
2016
Orland, Indiana
I Don't Have To Go To
The Gym
Ben, at age 77, told
me-- as he was hauling and tossing the last of his firewood into the back of
his pick-up-- "I do these physical things and I don't have to go to the
gym." He said it jovially after our
mutual, short introduction while traffic was passing by. The location was at a cemetery, west of
Fremont, along Hwy. 120. It was a maple
tree that was chain-sawed down and Ben was called on to collect it.
He didn't expect to
see a pedestrian coming. We hit it off
good and shared farm-pastimes (I was raised on one).
A second installment
of dialogue happened with him and his wife, Judy, also 77, where by chance we
had chosen - as our team's picnic site - the field right next to their
home. Judy introduced herself as being
delightfully 'nosey.' At this time we
talked more along the lines of morality and spiritual things.
What a lovely,
amiable couple they were! I would have
liked for them to join me, but that would not be realistic.
The Herald-Republic
News sent a rep. and we met at the main juncture of highways 20 and 327-- in
the heart of the town, Orland. Patrick
Redmonds had many questions about my routine, about life as a monk and what all
that entails. Some curious young folks
came by in the middle of our talk and shot us (with a camera). They were coming down the sidewalk as Patrick
and I chatted.
"How do young
people respond to you?"
"Let's see! Try me out!"
And so I shared some
points of Vedic truth, about identity-crisis and how we may view the physical
body as a shell and the real person being the spirit within.
The day went by with
the speed of lightening. It can be an
overwhelming experience. Walking cuts
time.
May the Source be
with you!
19 miles
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