Thursday, September 8th, 2016
Skye Has No Limit
Our landlady at The Doors Guesthouse is quite awesome. She surprises us with her gifts, remarks and hospitality. For instance, knowing I’m a traveler with a spot of patriotism in me, she offered as a present, the perfect book to savour—a hard-bound Canadian Book of the Road.
I’m reading, or at least pursuing it, Skye. Skye Morrison is her name.
Today, she brought over a mini wooden, toy sculpture of “Krishna and the Gopis Vastra Haran,” that is Krishna’s teasing the young maidens during their river-bath hour. It’s surely a conversation piece. Skye insists we bring this objet d’art from her home to the Hastings Civic Centre on Sept. 20th where I’ll be speaking on “Tales from Trails.”
Her remarks, well, they are light-hearted. The bag of Indian snacks we have, she calls “snakes” because that’s the way they pronounce it in India, where she spends five months of every year. The local “Hysterical Society” is what she calls the Historical Society, and being a member herself, I guess she has the right to speak endearingly about the people there whom she loves.
The quarters she provides for us to occupy are homey, and old (for Canada)—a 160 year old structure of charm. The ceiling is red and the walls are yellow, which reminds me of Van Gogh’s room, which he painted, naturally.
Hastings is a quiet town where people can retire or raise a family in a relatively safe place. I’m getting to meet residents, one by one, after a few hours of chores at the farm.
Simple living, high thinking!
May the Source be with you!