16470Re: prairie winter, and how I came to the path
- Jan 24, 2006Hi Sarah,
I devoured the Little House on the prairie books as a child, reading
each one about 5 times at least. Then of course I became addicted to
the TV show, but as wonderful as the TV series was, the books always
held more magic.
As for Flin Flon, it's a really cute story. In the early days of
mining up there, a novel was found in one of the mines. It wasn't a
great novel so I'm told, but the main character was a miner named
Flintabatty Flonatin. Quite a mouthful eh? They decided to shorten
The name to Flin Flon, and name the newly formed town after it.
At the entrance to the town there is a large cartoon like statue of
Flintabatty Flonatin that was designed by cartoonist AL Capp.
So now you know the whole story :)
If you're interested, there's a wonderful book called "If You're Not
From the Prairie" which is sort of a long poem about living on the
prairie, with incredible illustrations. I'm sure that you can find it
PS I spent 4 glorious years of my life living in Victoria BC, so I
also know the matchless beauty of your part of the country:) I even
took the clipper to Seattle once on a very stormy night. That's one
experience I won't soon forget :)
--- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, sarah_inseattle
> Thank you for this very beautiful story. It gives me chills, to
> think of you finding and picking up *Garden of the Soul* in
> Saskatoon (such a remote place!) and then two weeks later finding a
> free meditation class by students of the author in Winnipeg...!
> I also love your prairie decriptions. Have you ever read any of
> Laura Ingalls Wilder "Little House" books? I am reminded of themCan
> when I read your posts. Espceially *The Long, Long Winter* and
> *House at Silver Lake.*
> I cannot imagine what a town 9 hours of Winnipeg might be like.
> you tell us more about Flin Flan? And what is the origin of the(originally
> --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, purnakama2000
> <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> > As I was looking at my winter photos again, it really got me
> > thinking about my life, how I ended up in this strange flat
> place ,
> > and how much I have come to love and cherish it.
> > I was not born on the prairies. I grew up in Kitchener
> > called Little Berlin), a fairly large city close to Toronto whicha
> > was the hub of industry.Our house was situated somewhere between
> > brewery and a rubber tire factory. The stench in the summer wasabout
> > something to behold.
> > We used to make fun of the "flatlanders". In fact when I was
> > 15, my brother's friend moved to Winnipeg, and I remember sayinghappy.
> > something like "Why in heaven would anyone choose to move to such
> > God forsaken place with mosquitoes in the summer, and winter so
> > that you can't leave your house for 6 months of the year!"
> > I have certainly had to eat my words on more than one occasion,
> > along with a few mosquitoes I'm sure.
> > I may have mentioned this before, so forgive me if I'm repeating
> > myself, but I started my journey to Winnipeg with a teaching job
> > a town called Flin Flon, 9 hours north of Winnipeg.
> > I spent 5 happy years there, but in my last year I began to grow
> > restless. I had been spiritually seeking for quite some time, but
> > now I felt that things were coming to a head, and I felt that a
> > change was imminent, but I did not know what.
> > I was content, but I began to realize that I was not really
> > had a great job, great friends,and time and money to travel, but
> > could not get rid of this feeling that there had to be somethingwho
> > more;some piece of the puzzle that I was missing.
> > It often left me feeling empty and confused.
> > My one solace was taking trips to Saskatoon, the nearest city, to
> > scour the bookstores for anything spiritual. I was starving, and
> > those trips managed to stave off my hunger for awhile.
> > I remember my last trip to Saskatoon very well. It was about 3
> > before I moved to Winnipeg. Just prior to my making that trip, I
> > an inner crisis, and I remeber lying on my living room floor,
> > crying, begging the Supreme to show me the way. I felt scared and
> > alone, but I had a deep inner knowing that the answer was out
> > there,so close I could almost touch it. I just had to find it.
> > While in Saskatoon on that last trip, I went into a bookstore,
> > desperately looking for anything that would heal my inner pain.
> > After much searching I found a book that appealed to me. I chose
> > because it had nice title, and I liked the picture of the
> > sounds like a crazy way to choose a book, but it called to me.
> > It was Garden of the Soul by Sri Chinmoy. I remember looking for
> > more books by him in the store, but there were none.Of course at
> > that time, I had never heard of Sri Chinmoy or what he was about,
> > and I also had no idea how soon I would find out just exactly who
> > was.
> > I had been living in Winnipeg for about 2 weeks when I saw a
> > for a free meditation course. One of my goals when I moved to
> > Winnipeg was to learn to meditate, and this course was within my
> > budget, so I went. I realized quickly at the course that the book
> > had bought 5 weeks earlier was by the same man that the person
> > was teaching the class had been telling us about. I knew thatthis
> > was no coincidence, and the rest, as they say is history.called
> > 8 years later, I am now giving classes in the very room that I
> > my freedom.
> > A room in the middle of the prairies where I never dreamed I'd be.
> > I have come to love the prairies.
> > Their vastness feeds me.
> > They allow me to be empty;silent; still.
> > Nothing obstructs the free flow of light and space.
> > All anxieties get tossed into the prairie gales, on infinity's
> > I am free to sit in the midst of the silence,and be.
> > All gratitude to Sri Chinmoy, for being the lighthouse that
> > to me, and brought me safely home.
> > Purnakama
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