We were all playing at that hidden park by the water overlooking the city.
This place is a sanctuary to me. Every time I feel heavy and overwhelmed, I take a short walk to the water, look at the city and the ferries and the planes and let go. That is what apparently other people do too in various forms.
Yesterday while I was taking this photo I overheard two ladies gossiping about another lady. “And I was like - OMG! Are you serious? - And I know she didn’t know she was being insensitive and acting like a bitch. But she was!”
I come from a place in the Middle-East where venting is a healthy ancient therapy we exercise in a group around heavy turkish coffee drinking and lots of venting about one another. In a way it is releasing the toxins. And the important part of this very ancient therapy, is that once you say what you need to say, you end your sentence with “God bless [the person].” And usually laughter is followed by sweets, cookies, cake, baklava, honey and a feeling of peace. Haters gonna hate, anywhere you are.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."