Thanks for popping in.
Wednesday’s blog. Ahhh, yes.
The day we speak from the heart
and stop to regroup.
Getting back in my stride here, although jet-lag is very strange.
I chose to ignore the waves of nausea.
Like everything else, this too shall pass.
The holiday was not only wonderful, it was a test.
Facebook and the Industry had been getting to me;
way too much intrigue, bitching and negativity for this old chick.
And whilst it is easy to say “Let the haters hate,”
when you and your family are working yourselves into an early grave trying to get it right, then it’s not so easy to swallow that kind of anonymous keyboard nastiness and badgering,
and keep smiling.
I wanted to completely switch off for 3 whole weeks,
actually be where I was.
After all, what’s the point of spending all that money
on the trip of a lifetime,
if you are going to spend half the time on your I-pad,
with your head back in Britain?!
So I left my I-pad AND Macbook here,
and restricted myself to the little I-phone,
which has a great camera, by the way.
No temptation. No distraction.
And in the main, it worked. It blimming well worked!
That said, it was pretty easy to hand the blog over to somebody as competent as Paul, and leave the business with a team like ours!
Once I had locked Wurka and Holic in the garden shed,
we were on our way!
The holiday – apart from being a blast and great fun –
provided a quintessential exercise in Mindfulness.
A series of experiences, enjoyed one at a time, day after day.
Not logged, not written down,
(although the photos are a perfect memory jogger of what we did, and where we were)
Most importantly, the head was free of all the daily clutter,
and I was so able to be exactly where I was.
Because I was present, I noticed things that I perhaps would have missed if my mind had been on business.
Do you get what I mean?
For example, I noticed everywhere we went
there were creative people, trying to make a living with their skills and their craft. Here’s a little lady who had a stall on Market Street in Downtown San Francisco, near the Ferry Terminal.
She was selling crocheted hats and scarves, which has got to be a challenge in the beating summer sunshine!
She was sitting behind her booth, working away…
and all I say was a kindred spirit.
How many years did I spend in the sweltering California heat, trying to sell my stamps and rhyme charts!
|Stamps were all boxed to protect from the sun,|
|late nights in San José…|
|From little acorns, eh…|
|Not changed much though, eh…|
Anyway, I digress…
Back to the lady in Market Street.
It was the colours that drew me straight in.
I recognised them from the night before!
Let me explain.
You know I have a son, Mark.
He lives in Oakland, works in San Francisco,
and is a basketball player.
His favourite team has always been the Golden State Warriors,
ie the Oakland/San Francisco team.
Well, while we were in Monterey and San Fran,
the NBA qualifiers were on, and we hooked up with Mark and his friends to watch a couple of the games.
Warriors V Cleveland
The atmosphere was electric,
and the shouting and cheering in the sports bars was unbelievable!
In fact, I must share this with you.
I went to the loo during one of the breaks,
and for the first time ever,
THERE WAS A QUEUE FOR THE MEN’S
AND NOT THE LADIES’!!!!
Hahahaha! I laughed my head off.
“Welcome to our world!”, I hooted, as I sauntered past them
into the ladies….
Thoroughly enjoyed the experience – especially when they won!!
But that’s why I stopped at the crochet stall!
I spotted the Warriors colours
and wanted to treat Grace and Mark’s girlfriend Alex…
And at the end of the evening,
the kids wanted to show us the Ball Park opposite the bar.
So we strolled over and walked around it in the warm evening.
And the boys all sang Take me out to the Ball Game.
And it was magical. Mark knew the words and belted it out.
I shall never forget it.
I bought some crocheted headbands in San Francisco,
1. to support the crafter, and
2. to treat the girls.
But the point is
I NOTICED THEM.
lots of love,