Monday, February 28, 2011

When the end is not the end

Today was the end of a very long short sale. It has been full of villains, and corporate intrigue and had its share of frustration with very little to redeem it but experience. Yes I have gained experience. In the process, I have been reminded that not all the whole world is good.
Not everyone is ethical...
On my end of things when people have called out their congratulations, I just shrug. I was so ready for a walk. Thank God for Myriam who like a good solider was there to handle the messy clean-up and gave me not only the OK to go for a walk , but an order. I think, I have been quite tense lately.
So as I started my walk today, I felt like I would give my best effort to leave all that behind me. Leave the negativity, the greed, the lack of morale compass to find a place where it is quite clear...
A walk.... It gives you the time to see what God has given us, in the sky , the water, the flowers and the people you pass. Because, my friends, there is no end to anything, it is all a journey. And today, I was lucky enough to take the time to enjoy the glorious day and the amazing freedom that each step brought me. Tomorrow will be another day, another adventure, and the lessons learned today will make the way easier.
Take a walk with me.


I started in Sausalito, on a slightly cloudy day full of that chilly air that says, it could rain ti if wanted to, but not today. Today, Cathy was walking.


The iconic Sausalito seal is always a great photo.

I could tell on this walk that spring (cold or not) was just around the corner.

Here in the background is Angel Island. ****** Silent auction alert. We will be auctioning off a training walk with picnic on Angel Island, led by Glenn who used to be an Angel Island tour guide. Also included a book written by Glenn that details its history. Visit http://cheertoacure.com

You should make plans to join us. BID high and bid often

Pride of Madera

Calla Lily

As I got close to the bridge I was very lucky to watch the Coast Guard fellows playing football. As I moved on those warning signs started showing up. There are so many signs. No dogs. No missiles from the bridge. If you see something suspicious call 911.
I really like this picture. This is one of those road mirrors to help you see whats around the corner... Who is it... me.



Flowers popping up.


Today, on the bridge I had a very interesting encounter. The first part of it was as I walking along, I saw a huge group of people huddled together. At first I thought this must be a tour group. But as I approached them I noticed it was several monks, a few people with cameras and notebooks. But have been some one IMPORTANT! So I told a picture.


Then as I walked further, I stopped behind a tower (where the noise is much less) to talk on the phone. There had been several texts, and calls. So I had called Myriam back. As I was deeply involved in trying to call, when the monks came around the corner. The first turned the corner looked at me and with hand together in a prayer pose bowed to me. I tried to bow back, but the phone at my ear was hindering my efforts. So as the 3rd monk walked by I put the phone in my palm and greeted them.


At the Warming Hut I stopped and grabbed a cup of soup. I hadn't eaten any breakfast so I needed a little nourishment. With the soup they gave me a stale piece of bread, which I was sure the birds would love. They did, but it didn't go down easy...

Every time I walk on Crissy Field, I remember my first 3 day. I can't help but smile.

The old buildings along the field are picturesque.

See what I mean.

Below the field of this picture is a bunch of dogs including several Corgis. I tried to be inconspicuous and in the process I got to show you the sky.

At Aquatic Park just before Fisherman's wharf, a cable car.

I have walked through Fishermen's Wharf many times, but not with so much time until the next Ferry! It was 2:20 and the next Ferry was 2:35 so I knew I could take my time. So here..... Ripley's believe it or not.



Horse made of corks.

Statute of future Buster Poseys

Wax Museum..... Carlos Santana

Little Go Car... The way to see the city.

Bike rickshaws

Spring flowers at Pier 39

I want a beer.

There is along the promenade where" Plant" is and "La Mer"

I want Glenn to take me... sooner versus later.


My shoes in the reflection... next time by boat?



And finally I am at the Ferry Building with an hour to spare before the 4pm flight.

When the Ferry was ready to leave, I knew that today I was one more step along my journey. I felt like I was on track for my training. Next step will be to keep it up and start building our donations.
The best medicine for the kind of feeling this short sale nightmare has been, has been walking for a higher purpose. And you know what.... I feel much much better.
You will too if you donate.