Here it comes again.
The heaviness in the chest.
And, in the shoulders.
It lifts.
It drips away.
Why does it show in flight? In the heavens.
Happiness?
No. Bigger.
He’s right. It’s Joy.
The sun beaming. Warming.
The mountains soften.
The mist hangs over the bay.
The 757 gently settles.
And, I walk.
Cobblestones.
And, I drink.
Coffee. Steaming as the dawn lifts.
And, I eat.
Chocolate. Against all rules. Sweet coats all over.
And, I watch.
Cable Cars. Climbing. With my spirits.
And, I feel. I Feel.
My Zen Home.
San Francisco.
Oh, San Francisco.
I was in San Francisco this week. I spent six months working and living in city ten years ago. No other city leaves a similar mark. Of peace. Of Home. The post was inspired by Ralph Gardner and his article on Joy and Maybe Its Just Me and her post on coming home.
I love how happy you sound, how delighted with the sensibilities around you. Beautiful and peaceful.
Thank you Mimi
Gotta love San Fran. I need to go back one day, as I left my heart there.
What is it about being in that city that cures a bad mood? Ozone a long time resident once told me, “we have more ozone here” he said. Could be but I know I’ve never had a bad day in San Francisco.
I can’t explain it either Frank. I’m with you. No bad days in San Francisco…
I love San Francisco. Ghirardelli chocolate, sourdough bread, Scomas, Sausalito, redwood forrest, cable cars, crooked street, wharf–everything!
Me too Minda. All that and more. You captured it beautifully. Thanks!
What a beautiful poem, David! Clearly, San Francisco inspires you…thanks for sharing you joy!
Thank you Vicki. It does.
Yes, there is definitely something magical about that place.
There is Carolann. There is.
San Francisco, yes…I’m fortunate to live so close. And there is something about San Francisco that sits in your soul and leaves you with a feeling like no other. I understand. Thanks David.
Ahhhh yes. I forgot you were close. Another blessed soul.
If I hadn’t gone to school at UC Berkeley, I might not have stayed so close…but I’ll never be far away now. My oldest son and I talk every now and then about how dramatically our lives changed when I moved to Berkeley. He’s definitely a San Francisco forever kind of guy. But you live in Canada, David…the place I WANT to visit someday. Have a great day my friend.
No Carol. I grew up and used to live in Canada. I live in Connecticut.
Wow…I didn’t know that!
I thought I had it in my ABOUT page, I was wrong. I’ll need to fix that. Thanks Carol.
A great city–haven’t visited in far too long. A beautiful homage, David. Clearly this place speaks to your heart. Enjoy…..
It does speak to me Lori. It does.
Oh, oh, I so long to go.. and haven’t. and maybe I should.. just go. Not wait for the right conference, just – go. Such an astonishing poem.
Yes Makere. You should. Go….
Very nice. A call out from San Francisco, you are welcome anytime. I do love my hometown.
- Michael
You are a lucky man Michael…
Zen question David. In one’s mind can we really exist without a San Francisco experience at least once in our life?
Sitting in my seat Bill, that would be impossible.
I’ve been just once. Time to go again…..
Yes, again and again.
Time to RE-LIVE the past memories.=) Mimi is right you sound happy and at peace.
Thanks Sonia.