Friday, August 20, 2010
Buddhist Fog Horns
There they are again - ever faithful at 3:30 a.m. = my friends the fog horns. Like Tibetan monks, they intone warnings against unconsciousness and fear.
We watched the fog gobble up Berkeley yesterday - as if some odd horror movie menace, quietly, steadily was overtaking the light of the late afternoon...watched as the lovely hills of Berkeley thoroughly disappeared behind the gray dense velvety curtain of this thick moisture, and it seemed to dwarf us all....make us all insignificant and helpless against its inexorable mission to cover all in its path....it was creepy.
If I were living in one of those houses on the hillside, i would have experienced a curtain being drawn, shutting out all light. I would have had to turn on lamps. The bright late afternoon became quite other very quickly.
Peter and I spent al ong and interesting day over in the East Bay. FIrst , with Jennifer Boesing at the Youth Musical Theatre Company, then with Peter Damm, an East Bay real estate agent who showed us around Oakland, Berkeley and environs. I had him drop us off down on 4th Street, where i knew of some interesting stores Peter would love, and so he did: a wondrous pen and paper shop...then a place called Teance, where we sat for along time sampling teas from China and India. A lovely experience in a lovely and unique place. we were joined there by my dear old friend Barbara Damashek, and all three of dined on 4th Street at a Japanese fusion restaurant called O Chame (with an accent over the e)...we had warming bowls of soba noodle soup with various delicacies mixed in , and I topped my meal off with a bowl of delectable caramel balsamic gelato! A deeply satisfying meal. BY the time we got back to the BART station, the fog had begun to take over the world.
I am awake again, wondering how we will ever make this move. It all seems so overwhelming and insurmountable this morning...so much to get done...such a large life to pare down in order to fit into our first San Francisco home (wherever it may be)....so many things....we've gotten rid of a lot of stuff already, but there is so much more to get rid of, and so much to complete in other areas of our life as well. But, that's what change is all about, and I trust that Peter and I are up to it...because change us what we want. We are making these choices with full awareness and desire to make them, and we want to live in this wonderful city. Not New York, not Abingdon, but San Francisco. We want to live here.
So, this morning the fog horns are telling me; "Man up", Ev....get your courage on, and deal with it!
These particular early morning horns are warning me to avoid the obfuscating and encroaching fog generated by my fear of the unknown and trust that the light of day and personal courage are simply waiting beneath the thick surface of those fears.
I can do that. I can trust.
Today, we look at two more rental properties, and then spend the day at the Asian Art Museum...one of our very favorites. ....another reminder of why we are choosing to make this move: a fine museum.
Onward.
We watched the fog gobble up Berkeley yesterday - as if some odd horror movie menace, quietly, steadily was overtaking the light of the late afternoon...watched as the lovely hills of Berkeley thoroughly disappeared behind the gray dense velvety curtain of this thick moisture, and it seemed to dwarf us all....make us all insignificant and helpless against its inexorable mission to cover all in its path....it was creepy.
If I were living in one of those houses on the hillside, i would have experienced a curtain being drawn, shutting out all light. I would have had to turn on lamps. The bright late afternoon became quite other very quickly.
Peter and I spent al ong and interesting day over in the East Bay. FIrst , with Jennifer Boesing at the Youth Musical Theatre Company, then with Peter Damm, an East Bay real estate agent who showed us around Oakland, Berkeley and environs. I had him drop us off down on 4th Street, where i knew of some interesting stores Peter would love, and so he did: a wondrous pen and paper shop...then a place called Teance, where we sat for along time sampling teas from China and India. A lovely experience in a lovely and unique place. we were joined there by my dear old friend Barbara Damashek, and all three of dined on 4th Street at a Japanese fusion restaurant called O Chame (with an accent over the e)...we had warming bowls of soba noodle soup with various delicacies mixed in , and I topped my meal off with a bowl of delectable caramel balsamic gelato! A deeply satisfying meal. BY the time we got back to the BART station, the fog had begun to take over the world.
I am awake again, wondering how we will ever make this move. It all seems so overwhelming and insurmountable this morning...so much to get done...such a large life to pare down in order to fit into our first San Francisco home (wherever it may be)....so many things....we've gotten rid of a lot of stuff already, but there is so much more to get rid of, and so much to complete in other areas of our life as well. But, that's what change is all about, and I trust that Peter and I are up to it...because change us what we want. We are making these choices with full awareness and desire to make them, and we want to live in this wonderful city. Not New York, not Abingdon, but San Francisco. We want to live here.
So, this morning the fog horns are telling me; "Man up", Ev....get your courage on, and deal with it!
These particular early morning horns are warning me to avoid the obfuscating and encroaching fog generated by my fear of the unknown and trust that the light of day and personal courage are simply waiting beneath the thick surface of those fears.
I can do that. I can trust.
Today, we look at two more rental properties, and then spend the day at the Asian Art Museum...one of our very favorites. ....another reminder of why we are choosing to make this move: a fine museum.
Onward.
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