My recent month in San Francisco, California, has been a bit of a homecoming. Through magical connections with man, nature, activities, and all things abstract–my heart has found a resonance with all it has to offer. From the aggressively commercial, the progressively spiritual, the ancient strength of its natural surrounds, and all things weird and wonderful.
But home for me doesn’t mean a place of perfection, where everyone is in harmony and all “lovey dovey” about life. Nope. To me, home is a place where seemingly contradictory existences share a space, and somehow … the heart finds a place to include all of them.
Whether someone hates the trajectory the city is taking, or whether futurists are superbly optimistic about mankind’s capacity to thrive through the ages. To me, this part of the world represents an inclusion and accomodation for all that can be conceived. It redefines the term, “The Wild West.” And it is housed by ancient natural surroundings that meet from all dimensions of our precious planet called Earth.
At the mouth of the bay, where the Golden Gate Bridge is suspended, the pacific ocean enters and meets the land with a tremendous force. That is not to say it is a tsunami. But the ocean is one of Mother Earth’s oldest entities. It is a sage with such incredible presence. And here it is visiting the land.
No one can deny the raw energy and life that the ocean provides. So at the rising of the tide, and from the bridge, you can feel its presence filling out the space. It makes the air hum. It rumbles the floor. And you can smell its breath through the fog that frequents the bay.
With deep respect, I bow.
The interaction between sea and land has helped shape this space. The San Andreas Fault contributed to the formation of San Francisco Bay. Thanks to the friction between the North America plate, and the Pacific Plate (about 650,000 years ago)–this special bay was formed. Additionally, through subduction, pieces of ocean crust and marine sediment were broken up to form much of the geology here.
(*Subduction is the process by which one plate of crust moves under another adjoined. In the process, much of the ocean crust and marine sediments get deposited on the land.)
Setting aside a geeky lesson in geology, the San Francisco Bay Area represents a special collaboration between land and sea. And this collaboration between ancient forces is what I respect, and hold as a tenet for my learning.
To exercise patience, power, and collaboration between the ancient elements of Life.
To the north of the Golden Gate Bridge, in a special county called Marin, resides the precious Seqoia Tree. Whose roots are sophistically networked across acres of Earth below the surface, and whose arms reach high towards the stars. This has become another tenet for my life.
To invite, explore, and navigate the celestial spheres, while being firmly grounded in the terrestrial.
So as I transition more into the Bay Area, I hold this as my tenet in all my interactions; business, socializing, eating, moving from place to place, exploring nature, and exercising.
That all my doings demonstrate a diligence and grace in sensory terms; how I look, the way I communicate, and the movements I express. And that all my doings respectfully include the contributions from dimensions outside time and space.
Homage to the lands from which I came
Across the pacific, are the continents that have housed me during my first 30 years of life. China, the ancient place from which the blood in me flows. Malaysia, the place I was born and lived till I was 4 years of age. And Sydney, Australia–the special place I spent 26 years of my life. All have housed and nourished me to date. For that I am thankful, and pay respect for their contributions to my sacred journey called Life.
As I take the San Francisco Bay Area as my home–I am confronted with choosing the terrifying guilt of separating from my more recent home, Australia. That’s not to say I will not stay connected. But it is to say, that I am for now, moving away from all the loving memories and relationships I have built with the many aspects of Australia:
- My loving partner.
- My Taekwondo club and all the members who reside in my heart.
- The warm turqoise beaches and surfing.
- My brother, mother, and in-laws … the families who housed me in this incarnation.
- The beautiful cafes, and the many memorable conversations that transpired with kindred spirits.
While exciting, it saddens me. And for those who have read my Art of Personal Change Series–I am again, at Kaskafayet’s door. That is, the choice of moving forward, and allowing others to be as they are. This includes the friends, family, places, and all that Sydney, Australia has been for me, and I for them.
“Whenever we are confronted with the experience of moving forward, we are equally confronted with the experience of having to allow others to be as they are.”
– Master Kaskafayet
With respect to the ways China, Malaysia, and Australia have parented me … I bow. With respect to the ways San Francisco and the Bay Area has opened its arms … I consent, reach, grab, and pull. I bow to the land known as America, and I bow to the countries that predecessed the United States, and whose actions generated consequences that brought the US to now. That is; the indigenous Americans, Spanish, Russians, English, and French.
In this day and age, the footprints of man from all parts of the globe leave footprints on another. As I include and respect their contributions, my intention is to come into deeper levels of rapport with the world at large, and the forces which facilitate the special movement called Life.
This movement of Life, is one that I haven’t personally navigated before, and hence have no precedence. But as I do, I am learning the mechanics involved in moving; earning more money, building new business relationships, attaining my VISA, finding accommodation, and settling into my place in this larger system.
To the new, I thank you. I am in your care. I am of service.