Sf in her depth, there are captions with each photo...
First of all congratulations if you made it through my SF blog last week!! My mum said she “waded her way through…” - not quite my intention for it to be a chore to read, I do hope it was insightful!!
I’m writing having been back for 10 days now, my frame of mind still similar to when I left - what is the world about, how do places end up how they are, how do people end up in the lives they do, what influence can we all have singularly and collectively and how do I live my life.
Small thoughts, nothing major….
People I spoke to raved about SF, and I get it - it is an interesting smorgasbord (always wanted to use that word somehow!!) of areas, pockets of difference and cultures. I really did love that side of it and I totally lucked out with it being bright blue clear skies every day which certainly added to the experience.
But I still can’t and am unlikely to be able to close my mind and heart to the homelessness there and I don’t want to close myself off to it either - it is a sad reality of the world today and it keeps life real for me.
I could pretend when asked and say how great my trip was, that I had a wonderful time and that SF is such a cool place. But I’m not going to.
I want to and am going to speak my thoughts and feelings, which is something I don't always. Maybe not everyone will like it and that’s ok. What I realised in the last week is how important it is for us to be honest about our emotions/feelings and experiences, yes there is a time and a place - my blog is one of my times to voice out what is inside me.
I know there are worse places to go to than SF, and maybe one day I’ll go to some. Whatever feelings are conjured up being wherever I go are all amazing to have and I am so very glad that SF took me to these deeper thoughts. I had more insights into myself which are always welcome, even if they are on the sadder side and send me into a little bit of ‘ugh’ness about the world.
The world is full of depth, and beauty and horrors and sadness and life and love and fear and hate.
The same as people really - we all have that inside of us too and much much more.
I wonder if the planet/countries/towns/cities as a whole 'being' are not so good at hiding, whereas us people are great at hiding who we are.
If we all continue to hide those beautiful hidden depths we have, we’re living on the surface of our existence I don’t want to do that. Some blogs will be happy happy, some sadder, others angry at the world and some a mega mix of everything - and that’s me, my voice, and my intention to speak my depths and my truths....
Thank you to San Francisco for showing me your beauty in all ways.
I’m writing having been back for 10 days now, my frame of mind still similar to when I left - what is the world about, how do places end up how they are, how do people end up in the lives they do, what influence can we all have singularly and collectively and how do I live my life.
Small thoughts, nothing major….
People I spoke to raved about SF, and I get it - it is an interesting smorgasbord (always wanted to use that word somehow!!) of areas, pockets of difference and cultures. I really did love that side of it and I totally lucked out with it being bright blue clear skies every day which certainly added to the experience.
But I still can’t and am unlikely to be able to close my mind and heart to the homelessness there and I don’t want to close myself off to it either - it is a sad reality of the world today and it keeps life real for me.
I could pretend when asked and say how great my trip was, that I had a wonderful time and that SF is such a cool place. But I’m not going to.
I want to and am going to speak my thoughts and feelings, which is something I don't always. Maybe not everyone will like it and that’s ok. What I realised in the last week is how important it is for us to be honest about our emotions/feelings and experiences, yes there is a time and a place - my blog is one of my times to voice out what is inside me.
I know there are worse places to go to than SF, and maybe one day I’ll go to some. Whatever feelings are conjured up being wherever I go are all amazing to have and I am so very glad that SF took me to these deeper thoughts. I had more insights into myself which are always welcome, even if they are on the sadder side and send me into a little bit of ‘ugh’ness about the world.
The world is full of depth, and beauty and horrors and sadness and life and love and fear and hate.
The same as people really - we all have that inside of us too and much much more.
I wonder if the planet/countries/towns/cities as a whole 'being' are not so good at hiding, whereas us people are great at hiding who we are.
If we all continue to hide those beautiful hidden depths we have, we’re living on the surface of our existence I don’t want to do that. Some blogs will be happy happy, some sadder, others angry at the world and some a mega mix of everything - and that’s me, my voice, and my intention to speak my depths and my truths....
Thank you to San Francisco for showing me your beauty in all ways.
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