In more typical times, I both work as a clinical social worker, and teach several yoga classes a week. Not so much yoga in the past weeks, however, I have embraced technology ( not really) and have been ( with socially distance assistance) been teaching chair yoga classes, that are recorded, and put on YouTube for my sorely missed chair yoga students from the Redwood City Adaptive Physical Education Center. We shoot them on Wednesdays, and today, with careful planning and attention to logistics ( well, I left on time and knew the way), I walked the 2.7 miles down to the center, taught the class, and then ran, actually walked, an errand, and walked home. Somehow that turned into 9 miles, and I "discovered" a new neighborhood that I have been driving through for years and had never really seen.
I believe this area is called Oak Park, it has sidewalks and houses and streetlights, and awesome sidewalk art. The photo above is from my travels today, I wish I had taken more photos of the chalk art. Chalk paintings remind me both of the original Mary Poppins movie, when chalk art takes the Banks children on magical adventures, and the mandalas created by Buddhist monks, who work diligently to create beauty with colored sand, knowing full well that their hours, days of effort make temporary displays, the wind, or time, or even their own broom sweep away. These artists accept the idea of inpermanence, of letting go of the outcome of their efforts, and now here we all are. All of us are in the midst of letting go, letting go of plans, jobs, school days, graduations, weddings,
travel, and none of us are sure if and when "normal" life will return, And my neighbors make art, in the midst of this uncertainty, I am here to say, it help, it heals, and thank you.
I believe this area is called Oak Park, it has sidewalks and houses and streetlights, and awesome sidewalk art. The photo above is from my travels today, I wish I had taken more photos of the chalk art. Chalk paintings remind me both of the original Mary Poppins movie, when chalk art takes the Banks children on magical adventures, and the mandalas created by Buddhist monks, who work diligently to create beauty with colored sand, knowing full well that their hours, days of effort make temporary displays, the wind, or time, or even their own broom sweep away. These artists accept the idea of inpermanence, of letting go of the outcome of their efforts, and now here we all are. All of us are in the midst of letting go, letting go of plans, jobs, school days, graduations, weddings,
travel, and none of us are sure if and when "normal" life will return, And my neighbors make art, in the midst of this uncertainty, I am here to say, it help, it heals, and thank you.