The Ride

Last night, I went to bed feeling a little heavy. It had been a hermit-y day full of solitary work and, since the sun decided to scat, some (rare for August) drab, gray skies. I ached for it all—the imminent departure of my brother and sister-in-law from this city/country and the shocking and impossibly sad departure of the exceedingly talented Robin Williams from this Earth. I felt it all.

But sleep changes everything, and today was a new day. I filled it with some of my favorite things—a yoga class of Jessica’s, quality time with my brother, a productive work session in a bright and airy cafe.

What’s more, I encountered kind people everywhere I looked. The baristas. The patrons. Fellow riders on the bus. Just now, on a jam-packed, rush-hour #40, an elderly woman who didn’t speak a lick of English, insisted on carrying my grocery bag on her lap the whole ride home. Her simple gesture had such impact. Thank you, kind stranger, for helping me remember.

“We’re all just walking each other home.”~Ram Dass

Fremont sunset


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