Fernanda is a fellow traveler I met on the bus last Thursday. She was the only person on the bus who was not minding her business and that was strange because most people practice three money logic, ignoring the other passengers and whatever thoughts might be on their minds. She smiled at me and told me she liked the scarf I wore. It was a blue and green number with pictures of Hindi gods printed on the cloth in black ink that had faded from use. It was my favorite scarf, the one I was wearing when I got into organizational development programs for small companies in the Southwest. We got to talking about the Southwest too but we talked about a lot of things, the different thoughts on her mind that other people were trying to ignore.
She told me was in developing programs too, management training program for bigger businesses. Her father, however, had owned his own business, a junkyard. She wanted to own her own business but she did not know what she wanted to do. The way her work was now, it was more collaborative, and she would like her business to be on the smaller scale of things.
The one things she liked about the Southwest was how things seemed smaller out here, but when I told her about how we still had big cars, and houses, and malls, she corrected herself. Fernanda said if I went out to the desert, I would see what she meant. I wanted to ask her what she meant about what she had meant earlier, but it was too confusing and she had said goodbye once I got my thoughts back together again. I have yet to see her on the bus again.
I went out to the desert as she recommended I should. She was right. Things are small out here because of the sky, the infinite amount of sky, but I have to say it was not a bad to feel small. The subsequent Thursday I saw her on the bus again. She said hello and something about how I looked shorter and laughed. I laughed with her too.