I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”
It’s better than the alternative.
Sometimes the goal is to have a goal so you can get to the other side of the mountain. The bear climbed over the mountain to see what he could see. We all know what he saw but that’s ok for now.
Baxter Bear looked grateful for my return from San Francisco. As I entered the garden, he stood on his hind legs till I approached and then he gave me his golden bear hug and winning, toothy smile! I don’t exaggerate when I say that he radiated pride in the park as he effortlessly bounded after my ball tosses with both paws fully extended. We have a winning partnership in life’s splendid game of catch.
There is something extraordinary about San Francisco that quietly surprised me this time. I’m house-sitting for a friend while I meet with potential opportunities. Her house is perhaps grown-up sitting me. I’m cozily nestled between Golden Gate Park and a cable car which floats down Judah Street between the beach and the Embarcadero in the Sunset District.
I am content to just be here near the Japanese and Botanical Gardens and the DeYoung museum - but not because I’ve enjoyed them all- I haven’t had time- but because I can easily enjoy them when I want to…The weather is great, the people are intriguing and a man wished me happy Friday. He may be crazy but the atmosphere makes me giddy with excitement. I wonder if all the other cities in the US feel jealous because San Francisco is so well endowed. It’s as if all the other cities were robbed…
I’m in the right place all of a sudden and I can eat any variety of exotic foods. The restaurants within 3 blocks of me are exquisitely filled with gorgeous aromas- Korean, authentic Mexican, Persian, Japanese, Vietnamese, Chinese, Ethiopian, Irish, US, Italian and Thai….I thought I’d never decide what I wanted tonight because I was hungry enough to want it all. I chose the Korean restaurant because it’s popular following the past two days made me wonder….How could everyone wait outside in line to eat here - with so many other good choices around?
From early in the morning until evening today, I went driving with a friend and explored several places in hilly neighborhoods that I’ve never really seen before….Bernal Heights, the Twin Peaks and the Sunset District. I realized I hadn’t seen it all before - though I’d lived in San Francisco for 5 years- once upon a time- many years ago…I remember that I even volunteered at the International Visitor’s Center - giving tours to Fulbright scholars and diplomats before I’d even learned the names of the sights, smells, architecture and streets I loved. But I showed them with enthusiasm as I drove my car like a roller coaster around this gorgeous piece of real estate.
Once I’d settled down and parked so I could continue touring on foot today- I explored sights, sounds, scented botanical plants and exotic trees with hanging moss until my empty stomach just couldn’t take it anymore. I had eaten a very small breakfast and then promptly forgot about my lunch. I had no snack all day so I hungrily floated through every remarkable corner of the 55-acre, Botanical Gardens of Golden Gate Park until a Korean restaurant in the Sunset beckoned me to hightail it out with my friend who happily agreed….
There is not one specific thing that makes this city special. San Francisco, my love, has a rare combination of beauty and resources, happy faces and striking spaces mixed with delectable smells and tastes.
Bless this place.
Bless the place!
As I travel - yearning for home - I linger and wonder why I’m torn.
Is home a retreat where my pet lays his head? A safe place for MY love -snuggling in bed? Home’s where our family may live or drop by…with friendly neighbors / passers-by?….Home has my music, stores my hats and boots, my decor, some books and my travel loot? Does home welcome people sounding cheers, supporting our side and watching theirs? Is home a joyous or peaceful space or just what we know- a familiar place?
Maybe- if it’s a location….
But my home’s not a place…it’s traveling with me - a hope in my heart - where I am, where I’ll be. It’s where I’ve been - my memories. It’s those I love - who are loving me - in my arms or sight unseen.