Fisherman's Wharf

The classes and evening choir practices are held in a beautiful white stucco building called The Church of Truth, in a round room under skylights. We sit in a circle around an inlaid star in the floor. Ever noticed how much synchronicity there is when you're "in the zone"? Over and over again, the sunshine beams on one person (the sunbeam moves as the sun does), either on Cheryl from Malaysia when she's feeling so sun-deprived, or Kamille when we're giving her feedback after her practice teaching and she's still beaming with joy. Or the foghorn resonates exactly at the right time to punctuate something that's been observed. Much laughter and delight in this group.

And harmony! Not everyone reads or understands musical theory, but all 16 of us love to sing and make harmony. When Denis or Shivon introduces a warmup, the group spontaneously breaks into harmony. So much joy in this.

Yesterday my cousin took me to his friend's seafood store on a float at Fisherman's Wharf where there is a small community of pastel buildings on floats: some are homes and some are commercial. He pointed out to me that there was a seal in the gap between the dock and the float, right below the window where we paid for our seafood purchases. I looked down and saw huge pleading eyes, obviously begging for a treat, just like a dog. His friend got out a herring, dangled it and swung it in circles, telling the seal to turn around. The seal instantly went round and round under the water, and then caught his reward. Wow!