Dallas/Detroit/Toronto
From Airport To Airport
Hours were given to air, little on ground. Hours were also given to mantra, and not words, shastra (holy texts). I was not able to carry on much of anything. Baggage on flight was stowed as check-in, and so I was left with mantra only, but that’s okay, it’s positive providence. In the Detroit airport, I went for a juice at a newsstand. The woman at the counter asked about my clothes.
“I’m a monk, a Hare Krishna monk,” I answered. After I made the purchase, done in a hurry due to a tight flight connection, the young black woman was waiting. Her eyes looked at me with an anticipation as I grabbed change and the receipt. She asked another question.
“Well, aren’t you gonna tell me somethin’?” When I said, “Hare Krishna”, the term didn’t register even when I gave its origins, “An ancient tradition from India. By now a lineup occurred behind me, and so hastily I offered her a, “God bless,” and so, I believe, she felt it.
Most folks on flights were on business trips. The clothes, the demeanor, and their talking revealed their convictions. I can appreciate that they were in that mode. It would just be nice if God could be inserted here and there, like the juice lady who wanted just a small hint of the spiritual as an insertion for the day.
May the Source be with you!
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