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Monday, June 8th, 2026 Halifax, Toronto The sights and sounds on Halifax’s Chain of Lakes Trail was an easy register for me this morning. I could hear the loon, but not see it. Two blue jays seemed to follow from tree to tree, but upon further thought, I believe they were just following each other and I just happened to be there. Near this beaver lodge there were multiple patches of poison ivy. The one element on the trail that was unavoidable was the geese poop, lots of fert

Sunday, June 7th, 2026 Lunenburg, Nova Scotia The famous Bluenose Ship is docked at this little tourist trap where German, Swiss, and French Protestants sought shelter from Catholic aggression in 1753. It was a fresh start for these newcomer settlers who called this place home. A group of us devotees meandered the streets, picking up on the charm after a beautiful homa sacrifice. Four new candidates committed to a life of bhakti formally through the process of diksha, initiat

Saturday, June 6th, 2026 Halifax, Nova Scotia Everything was good about the trails I treaded today. Both the BLT trail and the Chain of Lakes trail offered their surprises. Near the Trinity United Church I spotted the first pheasant I’ve seen in 60 years. That was amazing. Lots of friendly walkers I met along the way. Some cyclists were part of the experience. As usual men cycle more whereas women use their legs for striding more. The sun shone. Happy people moving. After qui

Friday, June 5th, 2026 Halifax, Nova Scotia “Breathing in the air of the ocean, like the Atlantic, where I am now, is most refreshing. I was born and raised near the Great Lakes where there is only sweet water in the atmosphere. It is different, nevertheless exhilarating. Both are good. A number of us took to Halifax’s Harbourfront to take in the sun’s rays and the ocean’s air. For the early settlers from Europe, the location of this Port Authority was the entranceway for man

Thursday, June 4th, 2026 Halifax, Nova Scotia I woke up this morning like most, in these last few days, to the smell of mustard oil in the air, a residue to the work of massage therapy, which puts me to sleep, sweetly. I took my shower, donned my clothes and headed for the BLT trail for the walk along the lake at Halifax’s east end. There are over 1,000 lakes in the city’s district. That’s impressive. I was happy to meet Paul on the trail. He was stretching against a bench at

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2026 Halifax, Nova Scotia Imagine meeting someone who was exposed to nothing but classical music while growing up. That was the rule of the house. Pop or anything contemporary in the way of music was the standard taboo. I had to think that perhaps such a person could be the luckiest in the world. Creative, innovational sound vibration gave backbone and shaped a music teacher out of the person. Well, that friend I made has become fascinated by mantra music