“The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself.”—Alan Alda (via dagnytaggart)
As soon as I hit “submit”, I received a phone call from a homeless man named Valin Sweetwine, who I gave my phone number to about 6 months ago. He sits outside the Menlo Park Library and plays the recorder and talks Jazz music with those who will give him the time of day.
As if to test my commitment to compassion, the universe has him call to see if I pick up. I laugh for a second in irony and answer the phone.
He proceeds to tell me how his Social Security was cut back to $600/month, but he’s still grateful for what he has. And he couldn’t be more excited about the new raincoat he got, that’s “not just the shell, but the lining too! You should see it, baby, it’s beautiful.”
He asks me if I’ll bring him pictures of Africa when I come back up north, and will I make sure to visit him. He wants to go to the zoo and take pictures of the animals, so he can draw them on his lonely days. He’s missing 11 teeth, been wrongfully jumped by cops, kicked out of his local hang outs and had hours of recordings of his music stolen.
But all he can talk about is how the people who stop by make his day. He loves to play the drums. “And talking to you, your voice is so sweet and so warm, it’s like a blanket in my arms.”
"To me, I see things and study things in a different way. People help me out in different ways. Psychologically, emotionally. That’s why there’s so much beauty in the world. You know, baby, I’m just grateful for it all."
Further proof you don’t need to travel to Africa be changed by the goodness of people. I’m just blown away by the synchronicity of it.