I am still floating between "ordinary" and "nonordinary" reality, and the city and the country.
San Francisco is its own little hurdle of busyness and homelessness set amidst great wealth. I struggle with the poverty and anguish lying on the streets and the wealth of excellent restaurants and stores.
Terry and I enjoyed Scomas at Fisherman's Wharf for dinner one night and Yabbies on Polk Street on another. Both were walking distance as was the workshop.
I will sit with my notes today and further digest what I learned.
For now, it is time to talk with Jane, and consider these words.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.