Philosopher’s Way

Do you know the Philosopher’s Way?

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You start up high, the arms of your mind just able to reach the sky.

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Hello San Bruno Mountain.

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You gather your thoughts.

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Thoughts like, Hmmmm, the oats aren’t milky yet. I wonder what else I can use them for?

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Ah, elfin projectiles. What else?

Then, hoisting your thoughts onto your back, letting them weigh no more than a pack filled with fluffy clouds, you begin your journey.

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Seekers of truth are always brave enough to descend into the forest.

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Pay attention to the little things about you.

Below…
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I dunno.

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I dunno.

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Blue dick.

And above…
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Cooper’s Hawk.

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Go from shade and shadow…
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To illumination…
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Little dress details and crystal friends from FHF and Sara.

Keep on until the wonderment of life loosens your grip on all you thought you knew.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!)

The other silly pink bunnies.
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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.)

6 thoughts on “Philosopher’s Way

  1. kisses and hugs for the kids big smiles and indeed what appears to be impish delight. I went boot hunting today…..it made me sad. Too many boots. I walked off confused. Driving into town I was happy looking at the heavy black cloud that was hanging on the hills in front of me, but nary a drop of rain. By the time I came out of the Mall (you know, where time gets lost) – it was hot and sunny and no clouds to be seen. I enjoyed this meander with you guys today….it made me feel like there was some crispness to the air. xo

  2. beautiful writing, beautiful family, beautiful place. you guys sure do know how to enjoy the best of the city life that is for damn sure. now i want to know what those cute periwinkle fuzzy ones are! i should have called you for a wildflower/bird lesson on mount tam!

  3. we need to visit those pink bunnies! we have been loving street art so hard lately…i would really really miss it–even itty bitty stencils on the sidewalk– if we didn’t live in a city. i guess lately i am feeling more “farm city” than “arcadia”, if you know what i mean.

  4. Damn but it is glorious down there, I can’t wait to visit, to see you, the flora and the fauna, the golden California light. Oh I can’t wait!

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