Yesterday I spent the late afternoon hanging out and talking with my friend Melody. We didn’t go to dinner or a café. We sat on a blanket in Dolores Park and as the heat of the setting sun warmed my back I watched the free entertainment go by…
A man practicing tightrope walking on a rope he had tied between two trees. A few couples swigging champagne out of the bottle. Children kicking their legs as they dangled from the rings on the play structure. A dread-locked man selling “special baked goods” as he wheeled his portable ice chest from person to person. A guitarist strumming one end of a guitar while his friend held the chords on the other end of the guitar. A man leaning against a palm tree writing in his journal. Two homeless people listening to John Mayer on a small battery operated radio.
The palm trees morphed from green fronds to grey silhouettes against the darkening sky. Freshly mown grass stuck to my palms as I got up to leave Dolores Park. Now that I’m feeling better I’m starting to wake up to the transcendent moments around me, and I am worrying less and less about what I can eat or how much I am spending today.
This is my favorite post so far. There is so much spirit in these words.
ReplyDeleteyes, I agree. It's like my old traveling days.... And YOUR old traveling days, for that matter.
ReplyDeleteWow Melanie... what a nice post. Sounds like you're being re-programmed.
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