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Okay, now to the story:
I’m coming to San Francisco every week, to teach a CORE abdominal& Moving Stretch workshop. I have been here the last two weekends. Now, living up in the Sierra foothills, you don’t see the kind of fabulous contrasts in ethnicity, cultures, architecture,and just general activity that you do in a city as diverse as San Francisco. I LOVE it!
I’m having the best time. First of all, at almost 73, I don’t consider myself very adventurous. I’m always nervous when I have to drive somewhere new, especially if there is heavy traffic, because, compared to San Francisco, Grass Valley life moves at a snails pace…no insult to Grass Valley; that’s what people move there for, to escape the rat race of big cities. But my workshops are clear across the city from where I’m staying, so I’m driving in areas I haven’t been in, in 35 years. I’ve gotten lost a couple of times, but I’m finding, that instead of feeling anxious and stressed, I’m feeling a wonderful sense of freedom, a sense of exploration of both the city and myself…and it is more fun than I’ve had in a long time.
Yesterday, after my class, I walked for hours in Golden Gate park. It was misting a soft rain, and deep in the park, on some of the smaller trails, the trees are knarled and twisted, and covered with thick moss, as long as fur. They exude a sense of ancient, secret knowledge of the city and it’s past and it’s population and it’s visitors, that invites you to touch them and talk to them, and absorb their wisdom and steadfastness. I actually did that, stroking the soft green fur on a branch that seemed to be reaching out to me. Deep roots…one of the sources of their stability, something we could all learn from. Not in terms of “putting down roots” in a physical area, but in the sense of being deeply grounded…in your awareness of life’s process, which is continuous change – a seeming oxymoron, but not…because the trees “groundedness”, is what allows them to survive the huge winds and weather, that threatens their stability, year after year.
I am so fortunate, I’ve had many relationships with trees in my life. They are one of earth’s most precious guardians of wisdom from experience. There is much to learn from that.