Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A day beyond time and space...

Some time it seems there is no time keeper.  The day unfolds as eyes open, and it closes as eyes shut. 

A continuous flow - energy has opportunity to flow, unbound and unrestricted. 

I walk under trees, through winding paths, buoyant and light. 

A tall sunflower, I see leaves in a tree starting to fray their edges. 


In a food court I grab a tea and a croissant.  Watching people eat. 
I wonder if their thoughts are aligned with each bite.   They look busy.  Probably keeping up with the demands on their physical, mental, and emotional energies.   I see myself in them.  For now I am an observer, removed and distant. 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Look...

Sometimes when we revisit our state of mind which we recorded at a given time it gives us a "benchmark".  Where we can see ourself.  It's a perspective.  


Seven years later...I see this!
Today/ this month is another day to write a note to self.  

Thursday, August 14, 2014

I slept in the city that never sleeps

Here are some moments captured in this last stay, in the city that keeps drawing me into its fold. 


Leaving NYC again, towards Metropark NJ. To pick up my car and drive to the Himalayan Institute. 

Four Nights in a lifetime can be a lifetime.
I walked with the full super moon, and I wept when I heard that Robin Williams ended his life.  He touched me like his million other fans through the roles he performed.  His family and loved ones will grieve and miss him. I cried thinking of his anguish and pain. It seemed to have left his body and poured out for us to feel.





Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Writing - Colonial House Inn, NYC

Writing - Colonial House Inn, NYC
This morning I sat with my breakfast and watched people, walking on the sidewalk, opening and closing their umbrellas, some with a hurried look on their face, some alone and some with others.  

I turned my gaze towards the room to look at fellow guests, some eating breakfast, a few conversations, some reading, some silent, within the background noise of the television.  I wondered in that moment, what would it be like if I wrote a story, sitting by this window, and looked at the world inside and outside of me.  Instead of traveling physically to places, what if sat by a window and wrote a story watching the faces of people passing by.  Time would pass, new faces will come along, some old ones will look new, and the passage of time will be picked up in the changing of the landscape. The  trees will change the color of the leaves, falling leaves will be drifting by (song plays in my head), rain will turn to freezing and then to flakes.  The softness of falling snow, its accumulation in a blizzard, people bundled up, shoulders hunching to keep warm.  Faces will change, hidden behind toques and ear muffs, scarves and boots, coats and jacket.  Layers of protection.  

Soon the weather will begin to change.  Faces emerge as layers shed.  Warmth of the sun rays will begin to reach into the hearts, bursting into smiles.  A lightness will begin to emerge.  Blossoms on the trees will decorate the paths, their fragrance and colors will fill the air.  The bare limbs will be adorned with leaves in turn the human limbs will begin to bare.  Babies will be walking, and walkers will be running.  Stroller pushers might become wheelchair pushers.

The continuous movement of life, I will see through my eyes, my filters, I will create a story with perceptions and create a reality, around those I observe.  Some will be fleeting comments and some in-depth reflections.   I will begin to emerge in each persons story.

Monday, August 11, 2014

In NYC...

Wondering what to do with the three days between New Jersey and the Himalayan Institute which is my next destination.  NYC kept calling.  I came here on the train from Metropark in NJ.   The train moved at a snail pace which allowed me to keep glancing out of the window, I was feeling very tired and felt the energy of the full super moon,  my traveling companion.

Here I am at the Colonial House Inn, in Chelsea.  It really really feels like a home.  Manifesting at the opportunity or maybe a possibility to come and stay here for longer periods of time.  I am told by front desk that January to March are the slow months hence better rate.  Winter time in NYC?  If its in my bucket list, then I guess it will happen.

Meanwhile the next few days will be a "revelation" time.  That is the theme of this trip.

Rooftop at Colonial House Inn


View of NYC fire escape 
Lower East Village, LES