Oh dear Lord

San Francisco, it can be nice.

I walked up California today, went on a "power walk". That's what you do when you work in an office in the financial district, have 30 minutes for lunch, and notice that you are getting kinda fat. And depressed.

It was a wonderful walk! I feel all talky about my walk.
I busted into talk just now in the kitchen with one of the young associates.
"I had no idea! Its so darling up in Nob Hill!".

Its warm and breezy and ocean scented and filled with little heavenly like invisible wisps floating all around. So much so that I burst into prayer in front of the Cable Car Museum.

"Oh dear lord!Oh please please...just....well, here I am! Please please please do something for me, I mean with me! Yes, I am here for you!".
And then I just wished general prayer like things and asked to be wished luck in love and loving type affairs.

It felt so real, to be praying. I felt so earnest(and desperate),I mean it has to work! It just has to!

Or perhaps the working is in the doing. Maybe my short little burst of prayer was my gift. Or the result, or whatever.

Well, I am going to sit here and wait for some answers.

Ciao!