St. John’s, Newfoundland
Last Day in Newfoundland
It’s been good being with the Newfoundlanders. We made awesome contacts with Brad, Josh and Justin who are local. Paul is from Grand Prairie, and grew up there in a Hutterite community, most of his life. Tinu is from Kerala, India, born Christian and now exploring a similar consciousness—more expanding perhaps. It’s all good!
There’s the people and then there’s ‘the rock’ itself—the Island.
Hayagriva, Marshall and I trekked to the edge of the continent. Cape Spear is the name. It’s a spot I'm also familiar with. It’s the ideal spot for marathon-anything, as a starting point. https://instagram.com/p/Ba7iYTZlfSy/
Incidentally, I'm not off on a major walk anywhere real soon—just little jaunts here and there.
We met Michael, a local, and a young woman from Scotland, who’s researching the frequent mishaps of whales entangled in fishing nets. On her list of places are California, Vancouver, Cape Cod and now, Newfoundland.
We shared our brunch with the two, up at the peak by the lighthouse. The Cape does attract tourists. Everyone seems to capture a very good vibe from the place. And much to our luck, there was hardly a breeze. It does get frightfully cold at times. When I came up here in 2002 with the film crew of the documentary, “The Longest Road”, they wanted my hands in pranams to the ocean and elements. They took so many takes with the camera and me chanting mantras. It was so frigid. I swear those exposed hands felt like they were just going to drop off.
Our happy ending in the St. John’s area was here. We chanted to the whales.
May the Source be with you!