Thursday,
September 8th, 2016
Hastings,
Ontario
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!
7 km
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