Winnipeg, Manitoba
Busy in the Air
Last Sunday when I flew out to
North Ontario, sitting next to me across the aisle was a man, possibly in his
thirties, who had his sketchbook out. For that hour-and-a-half I watched from the
corner of my eye seeing this guy whipping out page after page of just gorgeous
designs coming out of his drawing pen. I envied him on two counts; one is that
he was so damn good at what he was doing because each sketch carried a
different theme; two is that he was just keeping himself busy, engaged in
something productive. It was inspiring.
Now today, enroute to Winnipeg,
across the way in the aisle next to me was an elderly man. He was bespeckled
and had a plaid shirt and suspenders were holding up his jeans. He had that
all-time farmer’s look. Well, he was busying himself at a crossword puzzle. At
the top corner of the left hand page was the name “Tom Selleck,” and I was
charmed that he was going about his work using his brain.
To my right was a woman who
insisted on coughing practically the whole time. She was busy, for sure, with
her Kleenex tissues.
I was committed from the start of
the flight to work on my poetry. It had dawned on me that I write something
about the recent celebration honouring Krishna’s lifting Govardhan Hill. What a
unique story it is! I wanted to tell the story, get it to rhyme and add it to
my repertoire.
I finally landed after, once
again, an hour-and-a-half flight, and was driven to Lorette, Manitoba, to stay
at Tarun’s home. I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the sun setting behind the
trees.
May the Source be with you!
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