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!
4 km
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