‘Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.’
No matter how much you love the holidays there will be a moment in the next few days when you wonder if it’s really all worth it. It may be while you are in the parking lot of Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s waiting in line to park your car and you realize that this is just the first of many lines you will be waiting in today. Or your phone rings, caller id says it’s your Mother and you don’t answer.
Trust me. This is not the time for self analysis. This is not the time to try to figure out why you feel this way. This is the time to put on the walking shoes and get yourself out the door and over to Crissy Field.
There is a glorious feeling of expansiveness and peace that comes from walking along this promenade – one of the world’s most breathtaking. Everywhere you look there is a jaw-dropping view. The Golden Gate Bridge. Sausalito. Angel Island. Alcatraz. The City’s skyline. The fog. The beach. The tidal marsh. Not to mention the endorphins that you will be calling forth as you stride along. And, as you stride along, think about how lucky you are to be here, now. And what a glorious place San Francisco is.
This is a particularly special Thanksgiving for The Urbane Grandmother – I almost didn’t make this one. But because of the fast response of my husband (trained as a medic in Vietnam), the ambulance crew and emergency room physicians and nurses, I survived a burst brain aneurysm. And, miracle of miracles, I am back to normal. As my dear friend Jack Jason says, it is as though I have been re-booted!
And what did I learn from my near-death experience? To love and be loved is the most important thing. I have the best family and friends who sent good food and prayers (yes, I believe in the power of prayer) and, when in doubt, buy the shoes.