
I had plans to meet two different women for the first time this past weekend. One in the late morning after church and one later in the afternoon. In an effort to be open and gracious, I asked that each woman choose the place to meet.
For the morning meeting, a tea house in Berkeley was her choice. After I left church, I reached out to Masina and texted I was on my way. I opened Yelp to get the address, only to find out Sunday hours for the Far Leaves tea house started at 2:00 pm and we had planned to meet at 11:00 am. A series of text messages later, we had new plans to meet at my choice of location, the CRO Cafe, a coffee shop on Temescal Alley.
Masina teaches young children with developmental challenges as a primary job, is also a ceramist who works with slab clay to create her art. She is sadly in the process of closing her studio space and is transitioning to creating ceramic jewelry which will not require the expense of a separate studio place. What does this have to do with anything, you might be wondering?
After sitting, enjoying conversation and coffee for a while, Masina and I were able to walk around Temescal Alley, which is a delightful collection of retail shops, personal services and small local food purveyors. <link> We wandered into an apothecary shop and talked about the books, the natural dye kits and the incredible pieces of Labradorite pieces on the shelves. We perused the jewelry in several shops and Masina appreciated finding inspiration for her new jewelry venture in the shops.
Far Leaves, is a standalone establishment on a busy street in Berkeley with a Big O Tire store, a few homes and an apartment building nearby. Not really a place to stroll. Nor a place to find creative inspiration or conversation starters. The Universe had a plan and I was a willing participant.
For the afternoon meeting, Ruth Chris Steakhouse in Walnut Creek was the selected location. If you know me, not a place I would frequent by choice. Olga is from a town on the outskirts of Moscow and speaks a small amount of English, she was bringing her Russian friend who lives in the Bay Area along as an interpreter. (In general, I am saying yes to the Universe.) Olga and her friend… also named Olga had spent the earlier part of the day in San Francisco near the water and even saw harbor seals. I think they were at or near Pier 39.
We were scheduled to meet at 2:00 pm. Just before 2:00, I received a text, they were stuck in traffic. I was already in Walnut Creek where it was a balmy 102 degrees. I spent some time in the clothing store Forever 21 - even typing the name of the store brings a grin to my face. It has been a relatively short period of time since my body shape is suited to the clothing offered in Forever 21. I enjoyed looking around and imaging wearing some of the clothes. I purchased nothing because I have all I need and I am being a good steward of my finances, mostly.
I went outside, sat in the shade and opened the August 2016 edition of Science of Mind magazine. In between reading the columns and articles, I people watched. Walnut Creek is very different than Oakland, I am much more at home in Oakland. Time was passing and the sun was shifting in the sky and my shady spot was warming up, so I went to the door of the restaurant to find it locked. The sign on the door showed the Sunday hours as 4:30 pm to 9:30 pm.
Olga had been texting me vacation photos and photos of her life in Russia to help me pass the time so I knew I could reach her en route. Luckily, there was a rather sweet café directly across the street. I let them know I would be waiting at Citra Grill. A much better choice all around – quieter, high quality food, locally owned.
Olga arrived while her friend was parking the car. She was flustered and apologetic as it was just after 3:00 pm when she arrived. She said, “I don’t speak English. My friend will help translate.” I, of course, replied, “I hear you speaking English.” She smiled and said, “Only a little.” I went to the counter to get a glass of water for her as it seemed she had run from the car to the restaurant. When I returned to the table, she was still very apologetic and grateful that I waited. In saying yes to the Universe… one does not leave early.
Her friend, named Olga arrived, also out of breath a bit. Once we all had glasses of water, the linguistic adventure began. It was very challenging to be looking into the eyes of the woman across from me, watching her speak, seeing expression changes on her face and hearing a language I could not understand. Then in mere moments, Olga II would start speaking and it seemed so rude to not look at her but I knew the words had been spoke to me by Olga I.
We were helped by Google Translate on our phones as Olga II was occasionally preoccupied by her phone. Olga I and I “talked” about an unexpectedly broad range of topics. An earlier photo from San Francisco had shown Olga with a dessert with a candle which I interpreted as a birthday celebration, so I came with a card and very small gift from the East Bay Church of Religious Science <link>. When I gave these items to her, she was much moved and so began our conversation about being gay and involved in organized religion, i.e. belonging to a church community. When Olga had ended a long term relationship with a woman and sought comfort and guidance from her church family and pastor, she was excommunicated for five years. Both women were quite surprised to learn how inclusive Centers for Spiritual Living are for all.
I went to the counter to order cappuccinos for the ladies and an iced tea for me. The couple in front of me had just started ordering lunch, so I returned to the table and placed the August 2016 edition of Science of Mind magazine between them. I opened the magazine to the Declaration of Principles. When I looked back at the table from where I was ordering, they were engrossed in reading. I felt my “spirit use me” tattoo in action in those moments. As I turned back to the counter, I saw a small assortment of beautiful chocolates in a display case, and so ordered three to bring back to the table – Espresso, Mint and Meyer Lemon. This would have been an extremely different interaction if it had taken place at Ruth Chris, so much would not have been possible.
Returning to the table, they were discussing what they had read. Olga I, through Olga II, asked if this was like psychotherapy. I said no, perhaps closer to philosophy. Since they both seemed surprised and interested in the ideas and precepts of New Thought, I told them I would give the magazine to them. The looks of surprise on both faces served to remind me of the reactions I see in moments of unanticipated generosity.
Hindsight - in the moment of my purchases at the church gift shop I picked up a copy the July 2016 and the August 2016 Science of Mind Magazine and I wondered why. Even more, when I was reading while sitting in the shade earlier, I had a brief moment of disappointment when I realized I left the July edition in my car and the August edition in my hand. In the God scheme of things, it was then easy to gift the August edition.
For the morning meeting, a tea house in Berkeley was her choice. After I left church, I reached out to Masina and texted I was on my way. I opened Yelp to get the address, only to find out Sunday hours for the Far Leaves tea house started at 2:00 pm and we had planned to meet at 11:00 am. A series of text messages later, we had new plans to meet at my choice of location, the CRO Cafe, a coffee shop on Temescal Alley.
Masina teaches young children with developmental challenges as a primary job, is also a ceramist who works with slab clay to create her art. She is sadly in the process of closing her studio space and is transitioning to creating ceramic jewelry which will not require the expense of a separate studio place. What does this have to do with anything, you might be wondering?
After sitting, enjoying conversation and coffee for a while, Masina and I were able to walk around Temescal Alley, which is a delightful collection of retail shops, personal services and small local food purveyors. <link> We wandered into an apothecary shop and talked about the books, the natural dye kits and the incredible pieces of Labradorite pieces on the shelves. We perused the jewelry in several shops and Masina appreciated finding inspiration for her new jewelry venture in the shops.
Far Leaves, is a standalone establishment on a busy street in Berkeley with a Big O Tire store, a few homes and an apartment building nearby. Not really a place to stroll. Nor a place to find creative inspiration or conversation starters. The Universe had a plan and I was a willing participant.
For the afternoon meeting, Ruth Chris Steakhouse in Walnut Creek was the selected location. If you know me, not a place I would frequent by choice. Olga is from a town on the outskirts of Moscow and speaks a small amount of English, she was bringing her Russian friend who lives in the Bay Area along as an interpreter. (In general, I am saying yes to the Universe.) Olga and her friend… also named Olga had spent the earlier part of the day in San Francisco near the water and even saw harbor seals. I think they were at or near Pier 39.
We were scheduled to meet at 2:00 pm. Just before 2:00, I received a text, they were stuck in traffic. I was already in Walnut Creek where it was a balmy 102 degrees. I spent some time in the clothing store Forever 21 - even typing the name of the store brings a grin to my face. It has been a relatively short period of time since my body shape is suited to the clothing offered in Forever 21. I enjoyed looking around and imaging wearing some of the clothes. I purchased nothing because I have all I need and I am being a good steward of my finances, mostly.
I went outside, sat in the shade and opened the August 2016 edition of Science of Mind magazine. In between reading the columns and articles, I people watched. Walnut Creek is very different than Oakland, I am much more at home in Oakland. Time was passing and the sun was shifting in the sky and my shady spot was warming up, so I went to the door of the restaurant to find it locked. The sign on the door showed the Sunday hours as 4:30 pm to 9:30 pm.
Olga had been texting me vacation photos and photos of her life in Russia to help me pass the time so I knew I could reach her en route. Luckily, there was a rather sweet café directly across the street. I let them know I would be waiting at Citra Grill. A much better choice all around – quieter, high quality food, locally owned.
Olga arrived while her friend was parking the car. She was flustered and apologetic as it was just after 3:00 pm when she arrived. She said, “I don’t speak English. My friend will help translate.” I, of course, replied, “I hear you speaking English.” She smiled and said, “Only a little.” I went to the counter to get a glass of water for her as it seemed she had run from the car to the restaurant. When I returned to the table, she was still very apologetic and grateful that I waited. In saying yes to the Universe… one does not leave early.
Her friend, named Olga arrived, also out of breath a bit. Once we all had glasses of water, the linguistic adventure began. It was very challenging to be looking into the eyes of the woman across from me, watching her speak, seeing expression changes on her face and hearing a language I could not understand. Then in mere moments, Olga II would start speaking and it seemed so rude to not look at her but I knew the words had been spoke to me by Olga I.
We were helped by Google Translate on our phones as Olga II was occasionally preoccupied by her phone. Olga I and I “talked” about an unexpectedly broad range of topics. An earlier photo from San Francisco had shown Olga with a dessert with a candle which I interpreted as a birthday celebration, so I came with a card and very small gift from the East Bay Church of Religious Science <link>. When I gave these items to her, she was much moved and so began our conversation about being gay and involved in organized religion, i.e. belonging to a church community. When Olga had ended a long term relationship with a woman and sought comfort and guidance from her church family and pastor, she was excommunicated for five years. Both women were quite surprised to learn how inclusive Centers for Spiritual Living are for all.
I went to the counter to order cappuccinos for the ladies and an iced tea for me. The couple in front of me had just started ordering lunch, so I returned to the table and placed the August 2016 edition of Science of Mind magazine between them. I opened the magazine to the Declaration of Principles. When I looked back at the table from where I was ordering, they were engrossed in reading. I felt my “spirit use me” tattoo in action in those moments. As I turned back to the counter, I saw a small assortment of beautiful chocolates in a display case, and so ordered three to bring back to the table – Espresso, Mint and Meyer Lemon. This would have been an extremely different interaction if it had taken place at Ruth Chris, so much would not have been possible.
Returning to the table, they were discussing what they had read. Olga I, through Olga II, asked if this was like psychotherapy. I said no, perhaps closer to philosophy. Since they both seemed surprised and interested in the ideas and precepts of New Thought, I told them I would give the magazine to them. The looks of surprise on both faces served to remind me of the reactions I see in moments of unanticipated generosity.
Hindsight - in the moment of my purchases at the church gift shop I picked up a copy the July 2016 and the August 2016 Science of Mind Magazine and I wondered why. Even more, when I was reading while sitting in the shade earlier, I had a brief moment of disappointment when I realized I left the July edition in my car and the August edition in my hand. In the God scheme of things, it was then easy to gift the August edition.
When the waitress brought over our drinks and the chocolate, the Olgas again shared a look of delight and surprise. At the time, I thought another “spirit use me” moment. We spent the next 90 minutes talking about various parts of our lives. Olga owns several salons in and near Moscow, she also teaches in an academic setting. She has an adult son who based on photos is a dancer/actor. We talked about my work and my hours which are much less than hers due both to her profession and expectations in Russia. We also spoke about the acceptance of LBGTQ people here in the United States and I made sure she knew how different California is from other parts of the country. She is extremely closeted at home and one of the points she made was how difficult is to expression emotions around relationships when there is so little openness.
For the last thirty minutes, Olga II had walked away to take a phone call. Using eye contact, facial expressions, body language and Google Translate, Olga and I communicated just fine. I was disappointed when I had to leave but I had other plans in Berkeley at 5:00 pm. Olga II took a couple of photos of us (at my request because this international connection had magic in it). Then we all walked to the top floor of the nearby parking garage where we were both parked. We came to my car first. I tapped Olga on the left shoulder and pointed out my car. We smiled a warm but sad little smile at each other. She gently held me by my shoulders, drew me to her and softly kissed me on each of my cheeks. We hugged one last time and as we separated, I put my hands together in front of me and slightly bowed while saying, “thank you” and she returned the gesture. Thank you, Universe. Yes, Namaste.
For the last thirty minutes, Olga II had walked away to take a phone call. Using eye contact, facial expressions, body language and Google Translate, Olga and I communicated just fine. I was disappointed when I had to leave but I had other plans in Berkeley at 5:00 pm. Olga II took a couple of photos of us (at my request because this international connection had magic in it). Then we all walked to the top floor of the nearby parking garage where we were both parked. We came to my car first. I tapped Olga on the left shoulder and pointed out my car. We smiled a warm but sad little smile at each other. She gently held me by my shoulders, drew me to her and softly kissed me on each of my cheeks. We hugged one last time and as we separated, I put my hands together in front of me and slightly bowed while saying, “thank you” and she returned the gesture. Thank you, Universe. Yes, Namaste.