Do you know the Philosopher’s Way?
You start up high, the arms of your mind just able to reach the sky.
You gather your thoughts.
Thoughts like, Hmmmm, the oats aren’t milky yet. I wonder what else I can use them for?
Then, hoisting your thoughts onto your back, letting them weigh no more than a pack filled with fluffy clouds, you begin your journey.
Seekers of truth are always brave enough to descend into the forest.
Pay attention to the little things about you.
Keep on until the wonderment of life loosens your grip on all you thought you knew.
A hawk flies over and inspires the
whining weary travelers to ascend.
You discover the great mystery and you accept the invitation to deepen in, heart-ily.
In these realms, there is both brilliance and mischief. Imps might try to steal the offerings you leave, or cajole with begging for cookies. Chase them down the hill.
Chase them all the way back to the city, catching snippets of song from White Crowned Sparrows and Swainson’s Thrushes on your way.
Take all you have gathered with you, letting it mull until you distill it down from the ungraspable macrocosm to the exquisiteness of artistic expression.
Or really, just take note at how lucky you are to live in a city where ART like this just happens to be in your neighborhood.
Although the Silly Pink Bunnies are a little worse for wear after multiple tagger turf wars. Also, everything thrifted except for tights (Target) and bag (Missa!)
When you get home, collapse back into the comfort of your own nest. Enjoy a mind at ease, no longer philosophizing, having found rest in the arms of the great unknowable.
(All photos from our Padraig’s Day walk two weeks ago. Location was McLaren Park…another well kept SF secret.)