We’re now in the back end of winter here in northern New England, and signs of spring are beginning to emerge. One of my favorites is a more expansive dusk; a month ago, it came and went quickly, now it just lingers, not wanting to miss a thing.
“Supreme Father Kirpal gave only this message, and even the wind also teaches us this: if you keep walking while doing the Simran, the destination comes to you by itself.” Sant Ajaib Singh
A recent drive up Route 102 in Vermont’s NE Kingdom, which meanders through the bottomland of the CT River, offered some magnificent scenery, even by Vermont-in-the-fall standards. I came to realize that I was moving through a huge plain, bounded on the west by the Green Mountains, and the Whites on the east. Those are the foothills of the Whites off in the distance, and (probably) a cherry tree in the foreground.