home

asked the nigerian cab driver where he lives now; east bay.
home is where the heart is, i wanted to say.  home is where the cars rev up, repark, where the place you sit is in the morning, watching the people walk by. we can slow down and watch our breath, 'cause we can breathe today. we get to be in healhy bodies today. use our own hands to lift food into our mouths. smile with the people around us.
check out this documentary: inside out, about JR's street art around the world. who are we? some of us, holy shit, don't know where our food is coming from. so we cover the pain not with morphine but with cheap alcohol. gratitude. witness.
http://www.insideoutproject.net
one of those old guys on andover told me he's been through two heartbreaks in his life- one, by a woman, and the other, hunger.
i've had one major heart break and a series of rather entertaining romantic ones. but you have to feel to live.
wordsworth said something about the most important things one can do are our umremembered acts of kindness and expressions of love.
and einstein, you can either live like nothing is a miracle, or like everything is a miracle.