Standing in the shower, the steam and heat rises you are lathered in the lush feeling of it, standing in the steam it becomes so hot you can almost no longer breathe within it, and you have to turn the knob and the shower down to a cooler temperature, there you gasp for breaths, exhilarating, you feel alive, and present.
The differing temperature, the hues that the trees take as mother nature experiences the same shift in vibration in her earthly shower, just when it’s almost so hot she can no longer take it, the world turns, and winds the temperature down, the coolness drifts within the wind. It’s refreshing, and it asks you to be present, as the colors fade from the grass, you transform with each passing step.
Neighbors greet neighbors, squirrels forage more rapidly than before, tucking away nuts for the winter. Crafting themselves nests. The kitten, we wonder where they will go, as we plump them up with cans of offered tuna and lovings, I hope they find a home, I think, neighbors extending hands out to help neighbors as the world turns, and life spins on. With the passing dawn life becomes cooler and we find ourselves twirling in the wind, surrounded by leaves, and passing feathers, in a spiral hands out we spin, we open our hearts, and let love in.
We remember that each moment is a choice, we walk to fear, or we walk to love.
I put my boots on and slip on a red dress, I gallop across ton on my champion steed of steal, racing beneath the city through train tracks, I look out the window, other trains pass by, I am Dorothy, amidst the stillness of the house within the tornado, beyond the windows, nothing but passing images, faces move within seconds. I am let off at Penn Station, the scent of sticky buns, the roaring cheer of crowds, sports fan, the slushy pour of the beer out of the vendor nozzles, I continue walking. Feeling, the magic of each moment, I show up. I arrive there, on the scene.
I loose myself in the moment, I get lost in the city, twisted, blocks away but all I can see is golden, and all I can feel is good, I resist, but narrowly the temptation to throw out my arms again and spin, with the passing people, I spin and as I turn, the leaves continue to fall, the summer fades into a new season, a new day has begun, a new time of possibility, a dawning of a new sun.
I am here, I think. Here I am, in NY…. A dream, come true, and all of you making it possible, you who sweep the subways clean, you who sell sweet cinnamon roasted peanuts upon the streets, you who put on the festivals, you who sing the songs, you who speak the speeches, and you who roll down the chains on the deli’s and turn the lights off when it’s all done, though just down the block somewhere, the lights are still on, in a city, where light is found somewhere, within every moment.
It’s a great place to find yourself, it’s a great place to have an epic dance with your soul. So many things can be said about New York City, so many potential comparisons, but all that I can feel is grateful, and honored to be here, and happy to serve .. NY.
As the seasons turn again from chilly winds, to blistering colds, together we cozy up into the blankets, we take sips of hot cocoa, we light up the fires, and open up our hearts, and get to know each other, and I write you sweet bed time stories, or morning pieces over cereal and coffee, or rolled up pieces of paper read with bagel between teeth racing across the city, either way, I’ll be here. Happily.
I Love You, NY … Live Healthy. Xo
by Ashley Davene