Fearless in Coronado

Helmet camera

If it didn’t look so weird, I would walk around wearing a helmet camera to capture this pristine and overly friendly world here on Coronado Island. Today, my next door neighbor came over and introduced herself. As I walked by the pool, three people said hello and introduced themselves. Why are they being so friendly to me?

What kind of a world do we live in where I question friendliness. Maybe it’s just because I come from DC, where strangers are not at all friendly. I hope my DC experience is uncommon and the Coronado experience is more the norm, but I don’t think so.

Later in the day… I was taken aback by children who smiled at me and said hello as they biked by. It was then I realized that I had learned not to interact with unknown children, for fear the parents would think I was a pervert. Many children are taught not to talk to strangers, and that’s not a bad rule, but there has to be a line.  Do we want our children to live their lives in fear like many of us do?

Here it is normal to see children riding their bikes alone and biking to school on their own. The parents do not fear that someone will snatch their children. Maybe it’s a California thing? (Or maybe it’s because there are only 2 ways on and off the island.)

The smiles of those children and the “hellos” from my new neighbors   made me hopeful that the U.S. might not self-destruct. That it’s possible for us to find our way to a more peaceful and fearless lifestyle.

Stay tuned.

Lost My Rhythm

Thirteen days and I have not found
 my rhythm.
 Intellectually, I know it takes time.
 I had a rhythm
evolved over last 24 years.
Wake at 6. Protein drink at 7.
then chat with sweetie til 8.
Start working.
 
Moved to a new city without my sweetnin’ and
lost my rhythm.
Looking everywhere.
Looked for it at the health club.
Looked for it during a Meetup walking group.
Looked in a nightly glass of wine.
Looked for it when driving around town getting acclimated.
Today I looked for it at the pool.
 
They tell me to be patient.
I’ll find my rhythm
or it will find me.
 
Wait a minute… maybe my rhythm is my Sweetnin
and he’ll be here in 2 weeks!!