The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill - DVD Review
Through the years I have been accused of living with my head in the clouds, believing in Disneyland and
living in a bubble. These are just a few of the phrases that have been used to describe me through the
years.
Tonight it hit me. That is very true. Then, it dawned on me that there is nothing wrong with that.
Sometimes the world sucks and if I can find peace and happiness in my dreams, hopes, or inspirations,
what is wrong with that? What is wrong with believing that your destiny is written in the stars? What is
wrong with believing in things that most people think are unbelievable? Because I can feel them, taste
them and long for them, they are as good as real to me.
I love to dream, period. It can be dreams that come to me in my sleep or daydreams. They are real to me,
and they bring the same feelings of peace and happiness that I rarely get from real world life.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy life. I enjoy hearing my son, John, giggle hysterically. I enjoy taking in the
chicory that grows wild on the side of the road. I savor the things many people don't even notice.
I watched a documentary The Parrots of Telegraph Hill. The gentleman that the story revolved around very
much lived in his own world. He had found a sense of peace and happiness doing things that most
would have considered him crazy for. He didn't have a car, didn't pay rent and he was actually homeless
for many years.
His values were not those of material things, they were of nature and the wild birds he had a deep
connection with. He spent years pondering what his place in life was. What was he meant to do? At one
point in the documentary he was speaking of a story he had read. It was from a book that a very wise
Buddha had written.
Recounting the story, he says, "Our existence is like a waterfall. At the top you have a river. The river is
one. When it hits the falls the water separates into little droplets. When it hits the bottom it is one again.
Really we are all one and the droplets on the way down represent our life. Reaching the bottom is
becoming one with existence again."
This really hit home with me because I have spent years trying to figure out what would make me happy. I
have looked and looked for it. I have bought things trying to prove myself. First it was the Beetle, then my
house, then my Mini. Always trying to prove myself. To who? Who in the Hell am I trying to impress? You
know that didn't hit home with me until I got to the end of my book. That was when it dawned on me that
these are not the important things in life.
I will always remember the trip that John and I took, in the Mini, back home in 2005. The fact is that it
wouldn't have been any less meaningful if it had been done in a Honda. It would have been more
meaningful (and I am sure more eventful) if we had made the trip home and back in a classic VW or M.G.
As long as I have tunes who the Hell cares what I'm driving?
So, when I am not satisfied with life I retreat to my flamboyant mind, for a little while anyway. When I peek
out from my dreams and rejoin reality, I am once again graced with my rose tint. It's a wonderful feeling
and very exhilarating.
Peace and kindness.
~Cindy Callinsky
Love you, Mom!
living in a bubble. These are just a few of the phrases that have been used to describe me through the
years.
Tonight it hit me. That is very true. Then, it dawned on me that there is nothing wrong with that.
Sometimes the world sucks and if I can find peace and happiness in my dreams, hopes, or inspirations,
what is wrong with that? What is wrong with believing that your destiny is written in the stars? What is
wrong with believing in things that most people think are unbelievable? Because I can feel them, taste
them and long for them, they are as good as real to me.
I love to dream, period. It can be dreams that come to me in my sleep or daydreams. They are real to me,
and they bring the same feelings of peace and happiness that I rarely get from real world life.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy life. I enjoy hearing my son, John, giggle hysterically. I enjoy taking in the
chicory that grows wild on the side of the road. I savor the things many people don't even notice.
I watched a documentary The Parrots of Telegraph Hill. The gentleman that the story revolved around very
much lived in his own world. He had found a sense of peace and happiness doing things that most
would have considered him crazy for. He didn't have a car, didn't pay rent and he was actually homeless
for many years.
His values were not those of material things, they were of nature and the wild birds he had a deep
connection with. He spent years pondering what his place in life was. What was he meant to do? At one
point in the documentary he was speaking of a story he had read. It was from a book that a very wise
Buddha had written.
Recounting the story, he says, "Our existence is like a waterfall. At the top you have a river. The river is
one. When it hits the falls the water separates into little droplets. When it hits the bottom it is one again.
Really we are all one and the droplets on the way down represent our life. Reaching the bottom is
becoming one with existence again."
This really hit home with me because I have spent years trying to figure out what would make me happy. I
have looked and looked for it. I have bought things trying to prove myself. First it was the Beetle, then my
house, then my Mini. Always trying to prove myself. To who? Who in the Hell am I trying to impress? You
know that didn't hit home with me until I got to the end of my book. That was when it dawned on me that
these are not the important things in life.
I will always remember the trip that John and I took, in the Mini, back home in 2005. The fact is that it
wouldn't have been any less meaningful if it had been done in a Honda. It would have been more
meaningful (and I am sure more eventful) if we had made the trip home and back in a classic VW or M.G.
As long as I have tunes who the Hell cares what I'm driving?
So, when I am not satisfied with life I retreat to my flamboyant mind, for a little while anyway. When I peek
out from my dreams and rejoin reality, I am once again graced with my rose tint. It's a wonderful feeling
and very exhilarating.
Peace and kindness.
~Cindy Callinsky
Love you, Mom!
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