Becoming a yogini has made me much, much kinder to myself. And this, in turn, makes me kinder to others. It’s a welcome change.
I switched on the TV and the lounge room flooded with the familiar voices of Kruk and Kuip. On the other side of the world, I was plugged in to the SF Giants – my World Series-winning baseball team. And all without searching for it.
We were on a rather mundane errand to pick up our laundry when the American spotted something. We stood on the darkened lane and watched the brightened lanterns drift up, and up, and up into the inky sky.
Happiness and its pursuit seems to be preoccupying my time lately as I seek to establish a lifestyle that better suits my needs. Is it something you do as well?
Ah, San Francisco. You’re a city of such contrasts. Riding BART to work last week, I noticed a woman buttoning up her jeans as she stood next to me. As you do. She had make-shift grillz and asked me for money. I gave her my usual response. She pushed on to the next carriage and left a parting gift of urine that snaked its way down the carriage floor to pool at my feet. On Sunday, the Canadian and I were afforded one of the most ‘San Francisco’ days either of us have ever experienced. Dottie’s True Blue Cafe is renown as the best brekkie in town and lines are usually over an hour long. They recently moved from the Tenderloin, to SoMa. And SoMa is obviously short for ‘So Much Worse than the Tenderloin’. So there we were outside Dottie’s new location on Sixth, minding our business camouflaged in a line of about thirty hipsters. Residents in the SRO opposite kept chucking trash out the windows at us. Local types camped out on the …
Welcome to the twenty-seventh post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012. Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com. Hello, my name is Rebecca and I am a Kindle convert. It all started a few weeks ago when my local library was closed for days due to budget-related furloughs. And it’s been months since Borders closed its doors to my little home away from home on Powell Street. So I found myself in an intellectual no-mans land. This was the impetus that led me to purchase my first Kindle.