More zigs and zags - no straight lines here = something like life I thought as I rode... we seem to think that the most direct route from point "a" to point "b" is the best one... high school, university, job, family... and so on and so on... but life doesn't happen in linear fashion. We zig and zag, loop and turn, get lost and find our way again. These county roads I was travelling mirror the life of twists and turns, with little detours and dips, and we make our way forward, maybe not as directly as we could, or as quickly as we would like, but we are the richer for it... at least I can say that is the case for my life!
As Judy and I chatted I found out that she was Clerk of Session of the Capreol United Church. Brian her husband soon joined us and Brian and I chatted about computers and motorcycle trips across the country, sharing with each other stories of the goodness of people we have met along the road.
Loaded on the ferry with the bike secure, I found myself a chair and enjoyed the sun and the scenery and began to muse about the place I found myself and people I have met along the way:
It is a curious thing to find yourself travelling over one of the largest bodies of fresh water in the world and to realize that there are many in Canada (mainly First Nations peoples) that are without safe drinking water! It is even more curious that we live on one of the largest land masses of the planet and yet we condense our populations in urban centers that ceaselessly demand resources to sustain an ever increasing urban population.
What would it be like if city sizes were limited... guided by the principle of self sustainable growth? Is it possible that we all might become better connected to the land? To each other? To the people who live next door? Might we begin to crave less, be more creative, more resourceful? Might there be less crime?
The neighbourhood my Aunt lives in is a prime example of all that is wrong with over zealous urbanization. What was once prime Ontario farm land is now a sprawling sub-division in which people are for the most part isolated from each other and out of touch with the land they live on. On Friday night I sat in the driveway cooking supper on the BBQ. Two different people walked by looked me all over and when I said "Hi," and waved, they kept on walking. I'd be willing to bet that the only people that interact on that street and many others for that matter, are the children. Watching MacKenzie and Alannah play with three of their friends in the neighbour led me to ask what children have to teach us about building community... Trust? Play? Laughter? Sharing? Love?
As the ferry docked I was the first off and I didn't look back... and didn't stop until I reached the swinging bridge where I shared a conversation with an OPP officer as we waited for the bridge to swing back after letting some sail boats through the channel.
With good-byes said it was all of ten minutes later and I was headed to bed myself... I was pooped...
On the Sabbath Road...