Stockton, California
7
Days 2 Go
“I heard from my daughter, here, of what
you’re doing. Congratulations!” Handshakes with the tall happy man and his
daughter.
“How do you maintain yourself or survive on
the road coming all the way from New York?” he continued. The news has caught on in the schools of the
area. “My daughter (of high school age)
goes to the Seventh Day Adventist School.”
“I have a small support team consisting of
two younger monks. People offer water,
donations and I confess to sometimes helping myself to the grapes in the
vineyards around here.”
“Well, this is my land, my grapes (he
points). You can have all the grapes you
want. Here’s a donation (40 bucks, like
yesterday). I don’t have any
water.” Off father and daughter went.
It was in the afternoon that I, or we, were
personally, as teachers, involved with some young folks, age six to ten, at the
Hub Center in Jackson. Hayagriva had
lined up this engagement where I told stories of animal encounters along the
road. I also introduced mantra meditation. It calmed them somewhat. They were wired up. I took them through some warm ups with voice
exercise, and to the beat of the drum, with Marshall on kartals, we got everyone to dance.
Nice session!
More walking, and while in Stockton, in a
more ghetto-type area, I met a young guy to whom I explained that I'm walking
across the nation.
“Hey bro, I’ll pray for yah.” He said.
Rachel did splendidly with her article on
the front page of The Ledger Dispatch, a fat weekend edition with three photos
and two pages of written material.
Rachel Norris, bless you!
May the Source be with you!
19 miles
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