Georgetown/Port of Spain/Toronto
Last Impression Not Lost
A popular basketball player, Kobe Bryant, along with his daughter
and several family friends, died in a helicopter crash on Sunday. The gentleman sitting next to me in the
Caribbean Airlines showed me the footage.
Sad! I'm also warned about this
new coronavirus going around. At the
airport in both Guyana and Toronto, people were donning masks for
protection. Expect trouble ahead as it
is the nature of our dual world.
On the brighter side, I'm home. I'm with my spiritual family, drinking some
broccoli soup, and loving it. And while
I was on the aircraft, I came upon a major breakthrough with a play I'm writing
on Sri Chaitanya, the walking, chanting Saint.
My heart is floating on the concepts that have come to mind. I can see the opening scene now and
subsequent scenes as they unfold. This is a great moment for me.
I’ve had time to reflect on my stay in Trinidad, Suriname
and Guyana, hot and humid places. I perceived
a sweetness in the people both inside and outside of our community. The dominant folks are those whose ancestors
were African slaves and indentured labourers from India. Of the Indian folks, most people know us as “Haribols”
who give out the fudge prasadam. Of
the Black folks, well I don't know who they think I am, perhaps some white
Buddhist. In any event, I get along with
both groups. Eye contact is easy. Saying something of good cheer? It's easy.
My last image of the Caribbean and the airlines was the
cover of the air flight magazine—an image of a dancer at the famous
Caravan. That event would be no place
for a monk.
May the Source be with you.
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