Thoughts of a minibus traveller

  The pull of the bright tangerines  Bourda Market Saturday morning.  I intend not to ask the price of anything I want to buy. I am not a farmer and I do not understand how prices of fruits and vegetables are determined. Something has gone wrong since the 2021 floods though. The weather has been good for the last few months and the prices continue to be flood time prices. I am not a farmer. I have no idea what is going on in the farms.  I wonder about the people who might stop eating fruits and vegetables in favour of cheaper things without nutrition. Signs of the prosperity coming with the oil? Where 'organic' and 'fresh' will become fancy and expensive? The tangerines have the bright well orange/tangerine colour. Man says 5 for a 1000.  Tangerines are my favourite fruit. I know the season has finished and that the Guyana grown tangerines are not usually this colour.  Maybe imported?  I ask the man for one though, just to get a taste of the tangerin...

  Deep breath.  Inhale. Exhale  There is a beautiful moon out. Nice sunsets.  Thoughts are all over. Body is paining in different parts. Things to be done.  Bora to be cooked.  I don't want to do this now.  But like so many other things, I have no choice.  Breathe and shift thoughts to the task.  Cut the tops of each small bundle. Check the tips.  Wash the bora, run the fingers down the length. Feel the bora. Breathe. Concentrate.  Bora is piled up.  Hands are relaxed.  Bring mind down to the knife, the board. relax the shoulders on the exhale.  Grateful for the bora and the things I can eat and do.  Remembering the big orange moon and thinking I am one with the moon don't fight it.  Now to take the time, ignore time. No hustle here to chip the bora.  I am no chef, no expert. Move knife down, try to imagine similar lengths.  Think of the other people who do this without thinking. Remembering...