Blessed are the weird people…

SON RAFI, HIS BEAUTIFUL CHANDRA, AND ME

My San Francisco kids visited at Xmas. It turned out to be a White one and Rafi, Chandra, and grandson Remy loved walking in the snow. (It doesn’t snow in S. F.) On one of their many excursions, they passed a sign in my neighbour John’s window. Rafi, of course, had to take a photo of it.


John is one of those special, interesting and multi-talented individuals who is interested in everything and everyone. It’s a pleasure and a privilege to know him, but what I like best about John is his kindness to others — including me.


I first saw John acting onstage when I was writing a column covering the arts. Aside from that his photography is so beautiful, if I had any more room on my walls, I’d try to purchase one from him if he’d sell it. What else does he do well? I don’t at all know because the guy never brags. I asked John if he had written the words in the sign below. He said he hadn’t. If you know who did, do let me know.

In case the photo of the sign is difficult for you to read, this is what it says:

B L E S S E D
* A R E T H E *
Weird People
The Poets & Misfits
T H E A R T I S T S
T H E W R I T E R S
& MUSIC MAKERS
The dreamers & the
O U T S I D E R S
For they force us to see
THE WORLD DIFFERENTLY

18 thoughts on “Blessed are the weird people…

  1. Not only do they help us to see the world differently, they also make the world a better and more beautiful place, as they are the ones who push boundaries forward in the arts, the sciences, and in society.

  2. I believe it’s a quote from Jacob Nordby. Here’s another one from him: “Hello,” Life says, “Remember me?
    We started out together here
    When you were just a bundle
    Of innocent amazement.
    Remember how you saw the world
    With nothing but wonder?
    We were such rowdy playmates then.
    We painted on the sky with clouds
    And made magic out of
    Clothespins and peanut butter.
    Remember, can you, how I became stained and heavy
    With trouble?
    Not safe now. Lots of no.
    They dressed me in painful clothes
    And made you wear them, too.
    You don’t recognize me, do you
    But I’ve never abandoned you
    Or lost my wild, happy desire
    To show you
    Play with you
    Kiss you
    Hide and seek down twisty paths
    And always discover more.
    Want to run away with me again?
    Shall we elope without ever leaving
    Because that’s possible, you know.
    I’ve never been anywhere but here
    Waiting for you
    To remember.”
    ― Jacob Nordby

  3. Whoever said these words, said them right. Art is a form of expression that provides an escape from reality. The real beauty of this world, is multi faced. It is onto us to discover it’s new dimensions!
    Lovely post, Muriel 😀

  4. Hi Muriel. Indeed blessed are the weird people. As I”ve gotten older I see myself more as
    a “weird” person, and in a good way. I guess that keeps life interesting.

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