poitu varam

THE CHRONICLES OF A FLEDGLING MISSIONARY CALLED JOLLYBEGGAR "i still gaze fondly at all of the pictures, drink ginger beer, bunch my food, listen to punjabi dj tunes, play my dholki, wear my sarong (around the house only because in canada it is still really uncommon for a man to wear a wraparound skirt in public) and speak way too much of the differences between east and west..."

Monday, February 06, 2006

final, for now

august 22: monday: day 13
having been up late writing what would no doubt be the first of many letters/epistles to lazarus and mohamed, i found the alarm's intrusion to some decent REM sleep at 4:30 a bit on the early side. still, it had been very easy for me to get up and go the whole time we were in sri lanka... hopefully the same would be said about morning in canada after this big flight!

at the airport, colleen and i ended up separated from dan, al, eustace and sylvia (ben and ruby stayed back to continue the work at the ministry centre for a couple more weeks). walking together and checking bags together, we were asked whether we were 'together' or not. we both found it kinda funny that, just because we were both mildly fair-haired, blue-eyed north american-looking travellers of comparable age, we were probably together. i guess more couples travel than i thought.

anyway, they wouldn't allow me to take my dolkie as carry on- i was quite fearful about that. however, it was beyond anything that i could control, so i entrusted its care to God and the good people of sri lankan airways.

always amazing how something has to be beyond our control before we can give it up.

we almost did not make the plane, as customs and security seemed to take forever. all i could think of was possibly being required to spend more time in sri lanka while we sorted out the details... perhaps having to spend another day and leave the following morning. (although it would be a little spooky without dan and al, ben and ruby were still here so i was not far from new familiarity. as it turned out, there was, of course, nothing to worry about- ah whatever... due process exists to protect us all.

what with lengthy flights and time zone changes and lengthy lay-overs and the like, the 'day' that began with getting out of bed at 4:30 a.m. sri lanka time on august 22nd would end at getting back into bed for a nap at 4:30 p.m. saskatchewan time on august 23rd... but would be a full 48-hour day by the clock.

yet sitting on sri lankan airways, flight 505 above the arabian sea, reflecting rather than projecting, i kept thinking i heard jey's cell phone going off.
no such luck.
***

i must not bite the hand that feeds.
the west lovingly sent me out...
to the west i must lovingly return-
for now

poitu varam, version 1.2, completed online 020606

2 Comments:

  • At 2/09/2006, Blogger cromospotta said…

    You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you are not all that is here;
    I believe that much unseen is also here.

    Here the profound lesson of reception, neither preference or denial;
    The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;
    The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
    The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,
    The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
    They pass —I also pass— anything passes — none can be interdicted;
    None but are accepted —none but are dear to me.


    Thus Whitman, in tune with you, my friend...

     
  • At 2/09/2006, Blogger jollybeggar said…

    wow, what a barrage of images.
    yes, the lesson of reception... accepted and dear.

    "all that you touch
    all that you see
    all that you taste
    all you feel
    all that you love
    all that you hate
    all you distrust
    all that you save
    all that you give
    all that you deal
    all that you buy
    beg, borrow or steal
    all you create
    all you destroy
    all that you do
    all that you say
    all that you eat
    everyone you meet
    all that you slight
    everyone you fight
    all that is now
    all that is gone
    all that's to come
    and everything under the sun is in tune
    but the sun is eclipsed by the moon"

    whether with whitman or waters, i stand in awe and ascent. life is an experience that leaves a mark, i think.

     

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