“Is it foggy like this often?” The gas station asked. He was brown skinned and I knew that would offend some racist if he knew I was thinking in colour. But those haters lump my freckled white and broken skin as white lumping me with the peaches and cream English lot.
“Not so much here in Burnaby but it’s really foggy in winter near the sea. False Creek Kitsilano, ‘
I’m from India and I’ve only been here a couple of winters. It’s very foggy there’.
‘Where in India?”
“Punjabi”.
“I was there four years ago I was in Delhi, Bombay and Kerala. I loved the warmth in the south.’
He was masterfully filling my propane tanks making it look so easy. He then lifted it into the back of my car for me. I liked that he was caring for me I expect because of my age,
There had been so many Singhs in the news recently for crime that I wondered about the culture of India. Aren’t the mother’s raising their children right any more. I didn’t like the Singh who was caught with dozens of catalytic converters. Mine had been stolen off my Ford F350 in my parking lot. I felt there needed to be worse laws against theft of men’s transportation. It used to be your horse was inviolate. The joke is that no one sees children on bicycles only meth addicts on stolen ones . My friend has had her workman’s tools stolen from her van twice this year. She couldn’t work that day till she went out and bought new tools, a major expense in her trade.
I was raised with the 10 commandments. Thou shalt not murder. Thou shalt not steal. Thou shalt no bear false testimony. Yet Canadas has such weak laws as to encourage crime under Trudeau our prime minister whose family has been called the ‘communist crime family’. Communists don’t even have truth gut always defer to the latest edict of the party. Power is right. Most have fear based societies, But integrity is about doing the right thing even if no one is looking,
“It’s too hot in Keralla in the summer.” He said. We’d walked into the till and he was ringing up my order $35. $10 dollars cheaper than when its delivered,
“I’m driving down to Mexico in a couple of weeks, It’s too hot in summer but older I find the cold in Canada less appealing,”. He was smiling like he understood old people and their preference for heat, We become like reptile dependent on the sun to mobilize our bodies., He’s young and warm blooded,
I drove away in the fog liking the young man feeling his simple kindness and care had reassured me about his people. I have so many friends from other cultures. The Sikhs I know unlike our opposition leader are wise and caring. The media portrays that Sikh as a baffoon The media portrays everyone negatively.If it bleeds it leads.
“All my friends were from all over ,” she told me showing me a picture of a half dozen girls as teens, every colour and shape and size represented. I moved to Saskatchewan for a couple of years and though everyone was so white I felt black because my upbringing in Kits had been so multi ethnic.”
I would have thought more of this but I was remembering bicycling in the south of France seeing the yellow headlights in the low lands where the fog along the river was pea soup thick. I was with the mot beautiful woman in the world andd young and in love., I like that memories like that and the time in Kerallas with another gorgeous female creature come to mind, I feel rich and warm then, The chill goes out of the night and I’m warmed by all the blessings I’ve been known.
Just now collecting propane and meeting a delightful young human from halfway around the world away in a country I’ve visited a couple of times and so enjoyed the richness of culture. Here I love the tandoori chicken and mango lassis. We’re mostly introduced to novelty gastronomically like babies who will put anything in their mouth. We beginning open mouths and some of us are fortune to remain open minded but there are sadly those whose minds are so open whatever marbles they had fall out.
I’m here saying the serenity prayer. Thank you God. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
It’s foggy again today. I must dress and hurry to the clinic. The day is beginning, I’m truly grateful for this life and this world I’ve so thankful for all the blessings, Without white I’d not appreciate black and without black I’d not appreciate white, I’m so glad my mind is not binary but appreciate the full spectrum. When I’m afraid or angry I’m reduced to us and them but when I’m calm I know God is all and I’m so thankful to feel the presence of this higher power. Thank you God for this life, this creation, today the events I will face and the good memories I carry. Thank you for peace of mind. I know that now I see through the glass darkly. I play hide and seek with Jesus in the foggy days and love the light and warmth of your love and gaze, Thank you God.
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