I am pulled toward the murals of the Mission
neighborhood. They are colorful, often make a cultural or political statement,
and are simply a joy to me. Sometimes, though, I must admit to being mystified.
This mural is on the side of a church parking garage. The opener for the garage
door is rather strategically placed in this depiction of the crucifixion of
Jesus. Not sure if it is meant to be humorous or not.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Small Stone: January 26, 2014
Part of the wonderful mural on the Women's Building.
My meditation group meets every two weeks for reading, discussion and
meditation. Fortunately, we have been doing this for more than 20 years. Our
teacher, Eknath Easwaran, focused on discovering the unity of all life as the
central reason for a spiritual practice. A woman in our group shared today that her
negative self image, incurred by constant mental abuse as a child, changed when
she realized that all life is equally valuable. She is a successful author,
works with people struggling with language problems and has a beautiful smile!
I think of the Mindful Writing Challenge as leading to that unity….we have to observe
and participate in our world daily.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Small Stone: January 25, 2014
I posted about the little parklets earlier this week. Today, as I went
by there was a concert….well, of sorts. Everyone seemed to be having a great
time: the dancing man on the left, the dog on the steps and the babies
observing. The oompah pah guy just put his horn down for a moment…guess you get
to have a break when you are the entire horn section. Ah, summer in San Francisco . Except, it
is winter!
Friday, January 24, 2014
Small Stone: January 24, 2014
An artist’s collective here in the Mission
has two store-front windows that are given over each month to local artists to
display their work, create an installation or make a statement. The Author Is,
actually reads The Author Is Out ─ I did not aim the camera well. But, I rather
like “is”. We get to see the work table, copies of the most recent book and we
can guess what the author might be like from the other objects. Actually, that
is an incomprehensibly tidy desk! This author, me, has never had such a neat
space.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Small Stone; January 23, 2014
The photo has nothing to do with the post. Just a cute thing I saw at a neighbor's sidewalk sale.
After a visit to the Dr.’s office, I was waiting for a prescription in the on-site pharmacy. The building also has the pediatric clinic. A tiny girl, maybe 3 or 4, at most, was telling her mother what the pediatrician’s instructions were about care for her ailment. “He said that we should have every kind of ice cream. But, chocolate will be enough.” Indeed, chocolate will be enough!
After a visit to the Dr.’s office, I was waiting for a prescription in the on-site pharmacy. The building also has the pediatric clinic. A tiny girl, maybe 3 or 4, at most, was telling her mother what the pediatrician’s instructions were about care for her ailment. “He said that we should have every kind of ice cream. But, chocolate will be enough.” Indeed, chocolate will be enough!
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Small Stone: January 22, 2014
So often people write or talk about urban isolation and separateness. I
find a lot of smiles and interactions on the street, in shops and in nature, as
it appears in my City. We have a small phenomenon of parklets in San Francisco . A business
or resident takes over a parking space and makes a public park space for all to
enjoy. That seems to me the antithesis of separate. The photos above are from a
delightful parklet in front of a Victorian home on a busy nearby street. It is
fun, it is bright and it is friendly. Here is a link: http://deeplet.org/
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Small Stone: January 21, 2014
A local bookstore has a street display of used books…bins for perusing
and inspiration. One of them today was filled with children’s books. I was
taken decades back to the time when I was given the incredible gift
of reading. Reading
was always central in our house. Well, that and programs on the big Philco
radio. But, every day there were books and magazines and time for reading. I am
filled with gratitude each time I see a child literally immersed in a story in
a book.
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