Heroism Can Mean Simple
Saturday, November 7th, 2026
Victoria, British Columbia
I reached Vancouver Island and there to greet me was my brother Paul and son, John. Once we reached their home we actually spent time outdoors rather than in the house to catch up, to bond, to do those human things like chat before we hit the kitchen for making delicious wraps.
Before long we drove to Thetis Lake and met devotees from other areas of B.C. for a circumambulation around that beautiful body of water. This activity had also something to do with the needs of body, mind and soul. There is always an educational component to a walk on a trail and time for laughs while connecting with fellow pedestrians along the way.
We noticed people wearing poppies, a practice in Commonwealth countries, to honour heroes, fallen soldiers who fought for a free world. I'm wearing mine. November 11 is Remembrance Day in Canada to recall and reflect on the sacrifices that are rarely put into motion today.
Another heart puller for me today was a visit to Beacon Hill Park at sign "0 Miles" where I began my first major walk thirty years ago. Yes, 30 years plus a few months. At that time, April of '96 my sister-in-law, Joyce and I posed for a photo at that location. There was a group of brahmacharis, monks with me as well as I began an 8,000 kilometre walk at 42 kilometres a day, raising awareness towards a higher, more sensitive consciousness. Joyce and I posed again today.
Paul, Joyce and I sat overlooking the Pacific at the edge of a cliff as I chanted my gayatri mantras. Folks came over to join us for mild conversation which included the topic of heroism.
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