During my lunch break, I walked across the street to a sitting stairwell next to the First Republic Bank Headquarters. It’s become a welcomed respite from the chaos of the city, even though it’s within the confines of it. It’s a place where people talk with friends, check their phones, or like me, just sit alone for the sheer reason of being alone.
The word Zen has been thrown around in spiritual circles for some time now. Have you ever wondered what Zen actually means? I have, so I did some research. Zen is essentially the pathway to a deeper understanding of oneself. Philosophy means knowledge, so Zen Philosophy is the knowledge of deeper understanding.
“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” — John Muir
When I’m in around nature, I become centered. The rat race temporarily vanishes. Each moment spent amongst the trees has a big lesson behind it. In nature’s silence, I’m able to hear a tune that only the heart can decipher.
Everything is part of nature. Even the cities with all of the human innovation are part of nature. However, for this article, I am looking at nature in its originality.
Mother nature selflessly takes everybody in, excludes no one, and keeps on giving.
Take a tree for example. A tree gives shade to all that grace its presence and not once does it ask for acknowledgment of any kind.
Finding your passion is akin to finding love. Sometimes passion finds us when we’re young, and other times, the road may be long and arduous. But when it happens, it seems it’s almost instant. You can’t tiptoe into your passion. Much like love, you have to fall into it.
Finding your passion is akin to finding love. Sometimes passion finds us when we’re young, and other times, the road may be long and arduous. But when it happens, it seems it’s almost instant. You can’t tiptoe into your passion. Much like love, you have to fall into it.
Drenched in an eerie thick blanket of fog with misty sprinkles all along the Bay.
San Francisco was solemn, grey, and with an almost somber feeling of dismay.
Even though it was a Thursday, Clement street was empty, desolate, and littered with a tinge of darkness. This is the San Francisco I’ve grown to know, the San Francisco that most don’t tell you about.