Saint John, New Brunswick
Strolling & Meeting
At the intersection, the light turned red. I was standing there waiting for a green. The red hand that was before me and the man with a coffee clutched tightly gave me some talking ammunition. "In the culture I come from that open palm gesture means we are getting a blessing."
"If you move forward," said the tall gent who smiled, "it won't be a blessing," indicating a car could come and flatten you. I agreed.
"The open palm would indicate 'be patient the blessings are forth coming.'" We crossed.
"Have a good one," he said.
I meandered through the snow-ridden but now ploughed streets. I was enjoying that older architecture that is so abounding in this historical Loyalist city. On one street, two fellows, one with a snow shovel, were chatting, with the one instructing the other. "Hello," one said to me.
I returned the gesture.
But then the instructing fellow looked back and scolded the shoveler for not doing as directed. "Throw the snow against the building," he said, harshly.
I thought he could have done a better job of community, given that it's Valentine's Day. A little more love goes a long way.
After trekking through residential neighbourhoods, I came upon that Uptown park, and then commerce area. A man and woman were stationary in conversation. It seemed to me it was like church-talk because the woman ended the conversation with a "just keep up the faith... just keep up the faith."
They parted, but I kept up the conversation, feeling slightly like an eavesdropper. "That word 'faith' is powerful," I said.
"Yes, I'm a believer!" she said as she veered off in another direction.
May the Source be with you!