The Cable Cars in San Francisco. A way for visitors to see the City; meanwhile, locals use it to go to work, school and run errands. One of San Francisco’s most cherished symbols.
When was the last time you took a cable car?
Most countries dedicate one day of the year to celebrate children, as agreed with the ONU. In Mexico, Díadel Niño is widely celebrated at schools, organizations, and within families. On the upcoming occasion of Children’s Day (April 30th), I am posting part of a beautiful poem by Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
Children Learn What They Live
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with love and friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place to live, and
to find love and friendship in the world.
By Lupita Peimbert.
In a city where technology meets local culture every minute of the day, and oftentimes their opinion of each other is blurred by biases and generalizations, the good heart of the people in San Francisco shows up more often than not. We must pay attention.
It is Saturday, April 18, 2015. Parents from a Korean-American church brought their kids to the United Nations Plaza by Civic Center Bart, to give lunch in-a-bag and a bottle of water to passers-by, for no reason other than sharing. “God Bless you,” the children say every time they give out.
Not far from them, men and women from SEVA Selfless Service are serving plates of delicious meals to anybody who comes to their tent. “Join Us For a Free Hot Meal,” reads a large sign posted on a vehicle. “We do this one Sunday of the month in San Francisco, and one in Sacramento,” says one of the ladies from SEVA.
Same day, at a friendly coffee shop in McAllister St., a group of writers meets for hours of shared space and internet access, everyone in their creative pursuit, under one organizing group.
Around the same time but in the Mission District, students and docent from the University of California San Francisco’s School of Dentistry provide free dental exams to children.
Meanwhile, several community groups celebrate Cesar Chavez –the beloved leader who fought and won on behalf of the human rights of Latino, Filipino, and other farm workers in California.
On 24th St., passers-by read the many loving and supportive messages on the wall, to a family affected by tragedy due to a fire that left their store and home almost destroyed.
While millions of dollars run and float throughout San Francisco these days, often spent lavishly in sometimes ludicrous things and activities, the daily expressions of empathy and generosity at all levels of income still show up, and we must pay attention. It may be the good heart of the people who have not left San Francisco, or the people in San Francisco whose heart has not left them.
All Content by Lupita Peimbert.
On April we celebrate Khalil Gibran; we remember his legacy, and his passing the 10th of this month many years ago. Gibran was a Lebanese poet, writer, artist, and a mystic. He was born in Bsharri in 1883, and grew up in the United States. Among his most celebrated work, a book composed of 26 poetic essays: The Prophet, published in 1923. The depth and style of Gibran’s prose and poetry made his work very popular in the counterculture of the 1960’s, becoming also part of New Age movements. He wrote in English and Arabic, and The Prophet has been translated to 40 languages. A museum on his honor is in Bsharri, Lebanon, exhibiting his writings and other expressions of Khalil Gibran’s art. He died in New York on April 10th, 1931.
“Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes
too proud to weep, too grave to laugh,
and too selfish to seek other than itself.”
Content by Lupita Peimbert.