There was a time in my life, not so long ago, that this picture would have been the first in a series involving the lobsters getting boiled and eaten. These are very lucky lobsters. Hopefully they will remember about the traps next year and know to avoid them. At any rate, they have been blessed, released, and sent along with the genuine intention that they be reborn as human. Perhaps these lobsters heard through the grapevine that if they got caught by Capt. Mark on the last day of lobster season, they would get the added boost of 30 people chanting for their well being. Or maybe that’s the plot of my new children’s book, coming out soon! (joking, there is no plan for me to write a children’s book)
It was a beautiful day, bright sunshine, warm on the land with a cool breeze on the water and although we chanted the same 4 lines over and over (the same 4 lines I chant many times during the day in fact) I still do not have them memorized. I’ve got time for that though.
One of the most interesting facts I learned was that the lifespan of a lobster was significantly higher than I thought. Granted, I grew up in the midwest so I don’t know a whole lot about shellfish, but we pulled a lobster out of the tub that they estimated was 50 years old. 50?!!? And they restrict the openings in lobster traps to not catch the really big and old ones. Note the scale of this lobster by the TWO hands holding it. It was huge.
I don’t have any photos of Canada Day. I think I even brought my camera but somehow never took it out of my pocket. There was a short parade featuring kids biked all decked out in red and white and maple leaves and stuffed moose heads etc.. I walked in the parade. Then we played softball.
So, every year the Abbey plays against the volunteer firefighters and more often than not, loses. This year, we had a huge team. Everyone who wanted to play got to play and we were winning for 6 of the 7 innings. That’s when I think the firefighters started taking it seriously because we lost by 10 runs but it was loads of fun. And lets face it, I’m a Cubs fan, I’m used to losing it in the last inning. It’s what I know.
May all sentient beings enjoy happiness and the root of happiness
May they be free from suffering and the root of suffering.
May they not be separated from the great happiness devoid of suffering
May they dwell in the great equanimity free from passion, aggression, and prejudice.
Maybe now I’ll remember it.