I have been gone from Nova Scotia twenty one out of the last thirty nine days. The other eighteen have been full of work, meetings, appointments and life. That shit takes a toll on you when you're not sixteen. I'm not complaining; I'm just tired. The twenty one days away were almost entirely spent with our horse show family. We survived heat, humidity, tornado threats, monsoon rains, sadness, life altering decisions and laughing until the tears ran down our faces. The other days were spent in transit….stuck in airports, crappy hotels or driving what felt like endless miles.
At the airport in Philly (after a cancelled flight), I met the nicest lady named Yasmin, also trying to get to Halifax. She had been to stay with her daughter in San Diego for several months and was anxious to get home. Her English was not the best, so pretending I was Yasmin, I got her rebooked to Halifax. I regret not getting a photo with her. We ran into each other the next day at the airport in Philly as we were about to board. She again thanked me profusely for helping her. She said it was meant to be that we were on the same cancelled flight so I could help her get home. Yasmin also said I would receive many many blessings for helping her.
I think the blessing Yasmin gave me was to be at home, in my own mess, chopping onions and baking bread.
