Touching the sky

A mellowness,

Energy that is still. 

I am deep in  a cave,

Or is this the depth of an ocean?

The air is still,

Muted voices reach my ears. 

Enough light to light the path. 

I can see easily where I am going. 

All senses balanced, 

I find a hush within. 

Nothing to tug at the heart strings

No conflicts.

I am floating, a sense yet not a sense.

The calm after the storm,

The storm has passed.  

The damage?

Not worth the consideration.  

I am numb with ecstasy,

I survived!

What brought me here...

This is where I am.  Main Street/Downtown Honesdale, PA. I park my car along a meter on this street.  You can still use a nickel, a dime, or a quarter to park. One hour for 25 cents seemed so antique.  I fit in.

Yes so what brought me here? The Himalayan Institute, HI,  a few miles away. Tucked amidst nature.  

Driving from New Jersey took me between the Appalachians and the Poconos.  My heart knew it was the right decision.  I think there will be a post on the experience at the HI.  

This morning was time to check out the town, how people live and operate.  

First stop the gas station, it said Full Serve, so why not.  Brad comes to fill the gas tank another person notices my number plate and stops by to chat.  Canada has a good place in his mind.  Brad mentions he is off to Toronto upcoming weekend, with his church.  A few dollars bring a smile to his face.  I say "have a coffee in Toronto" and he thanks.

It's not about the money, I think, it's genuinely acknowledging the other.

A warm day in NYC

A Desi* living a lifetime in Canada, and the accent sounds "European"?, this was the comment from a passerby with a heavy New York accent asking me for directions. 

A warm day and it's just so nice to go to sleep on a bench, surrounded by the Hudson breeze.  

*Desi is a term people from the Indian subcontinent use to refer to their cultural identity. 

South Brooklyn

 

A day so perfect that I feel an immense sense of lightness, a flow fills all the spaces in and around me. 

The yoga this morning felt the same. I moved with energy that allowed the breathing to become slower, deeper and quieter.  The breath accessing each cell.   The energy of the new moon so fresh.  

Standing in Samastiti.  I wondered, how physical movement allows the mental and emotional energy to get "unstuck" the perspective shifts.  

Thoughts become a little more clear. A space is found, a sense of freedom prevails. 

As I write these words and look up a butterfly flutters on the plants.  It hovers over the lavender, flys towards me, teases me with its proximity and flys away. 

I am sitting outside Smith Canteen.  At the corner of Carroll and Smith.  The train stop is Carroll station accessible by F train.   This is referred to as South Brooklyn.  

Somewhere behind me, probably from the speakers of the coffee shop, soft music plays on.  I look at my freshly pedicured feet.  The color I bought from Whole Foods "glint of mint", is free of formaldehyde and other chemicals which I am thinking other brands of nail polish have.  

Freedom...Flight...Found...Feelings

Impromptu late evening walk in the city

This is my city, with much pride, I call it my city-Toronto. 

This evening was a lazy one.  At 6 pm no one could have gotten me out of bed.  Yet at 9:30, I pulled my pants on took my keys and phone and headed out. 

Secure and aware of attachments I decided to take no money not even a change and no tokens.   Normally I would not be found leaving home without some change a bill in my pocket and a transport token, "just in case".