Last weekend was the Jewish Yom Kippur holiday, and in Neighbor Kelly’s family, tradition dictates that Yom Kippur should end with the blowing of a shofar (ram’s horn) from atop Bernal Hill.
This year, Neighbor Kelly’s oldest son Charlie made his shofar debut, and he did so in grand style:
PHOTOS: Neighbor Kelly
Not to be outdone by those well-behaved Hanukkah dogs from around the corner, Neighbor Melinda reports that her cat, Oliver Twist, led the candle-lighting ceremony recently during the third night of the Jewish festival of lights.
PHOTO: Neighbor Melinda
The photo is completely awesome and speaks for itself… in perfect Hebrew.
The dogs are Dolly, Cash, Elvis, and Lev.
Mazel tov, Neighbor Joshua, for raising such a nice Jewish family.
PHOTO: Neighbor Joshua
Malki Means King recorded much of his new rap video atop Bernal Hill, and no wonder: He was looking for a location that embodies the grandeur of the Almighty:
Malki Means King raps about letting go and giving your faith to a higher power in this video. In order to achieve your goals and overcome any obstacle, I believe a faith in a higher power is needed. Nobody can do it by themselves, Let go and let God!
Walking out of the Safeway on Sunday afternoon, I felt the sun on my face for the first time in days, and I noticed that our Safeway’s familiar yin-yang mosaic was interacting nicely with the wet pavement — and Sutro Tower beyond.
It was so Zen. And in that moment, I realized that the universe is truly composed of opposites, such that there can be no One without the Other. No Sun without Rain. No Good Life Grocery without a Safeway nearby. No Sutrito Tower without a Sutro to aspire to become. You get the idea. Ommmmmmmmmmm.
Then, upon my return home, I looked to the north, and found Rainbow Enlightenment:
My friend @lbm was taking at walk on Bernal Hill when the rainbow appeared. Check out this full-spectrum amazingness:
PHOTOS: Telstar Logistics, @lbm
Andrea Ferretti moved to Bernal Heights last year, and she’s noticed that living here has had an enlightening influence upon her approach to daily life. She traces the root of that experience to the ritual that take place when two cars try to pass one another on one of Bernal’s tiny, narrow streets. Andrea calls this “The Yoga of Bernal”:
Bernal marches to its own drummer and the pace of that drummer is verrry slow. When I first moved there and I would drive home from work, I found myself exasperated as soon I reached Bernal. I would be in fast-twitch, downtown mode, eager to get home when suddenly I’d be halfway down a steep, narrow hill nose to nose with a driver coming the other direction. One of us would have to awkwardly back up or pull into a driveway to let the other pass.
Then one day something shifted. I noticed the rhythm to driving in Bernal: If you see another driver coming toward you in the distance, you pull over to the right—this is easy to do once you reach a small intersection—and it allows you smoothly weave around each other in a sort of dance. You do this over and over again as you drive through the neighborhood—either you choose to yield or the other car does— and it works out perfectly. When I clicked into this simple Bernal dance I felt like I’d finally arrived as a local. Sure, you have to slow down a bit, you have to give your neighbor driver a friendly wave, and you have to be willing to yield. But that’s all part of what living in Bernal is all about. Slowing down, giving a wave, yielding when it’s necessary.
PHOTO: “No, After You!” by Telstar Logistics