there is something deeply moving about this.
sights, sounds, and things unseen //
she often sees her experiences in life as a parallel to the infamous Road to Jericho. what would she be thinking about as she traveled there? where would she be going, and from where is she coming? why is she going?
she meets many travelers along the way. she sees states and circumstances. she experiences wars and makes peace. she learns to Go. she learns to Rest. she learns to Depend. she comes to understand that she is created to Love and to Be Loved.
she is not alone. you are not alone.
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on the road to Jericho
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on the road to Jericho
Lower Manhattan: Where New York Was Born
eta 3A: Big, Apple-y Night Wonder
One of the things about the train culture toward which I feel mixed feelings is saying goodbye at the end of every leg. Knowing that I will probably never again see any of the amazing people with which I’ve just spent over twelve hours is both detaching and mysteriously wonderful at the same time.
I wonder if that’s what Hayao Miyazaki was feeling when he envisioned the cat bus flying and quietly bouncing past the fields in the night, carrying the dreams of strange and random passengers. It’s like we are selected randomly to gather into a bubble for hours, and then we leave because that is the thing to do, and we leave forever changed.
Pennsylvania Station, NYC
Stepping off the car, I was greeted by the floating mush of recycled air, breath, and dreams. A few more steps and I was sucked into the flow of busy movement of the stream of consciousness and plurality of schedule, technology, and time.
I like to stand still in the middle of everything and everyone, close my eyes and take in the sounds, the feel, the smells, the soul. The sound of my name breaks my suspension as I had not noticed The Writer beside me. We were heading on the same subway uptown, so we waited for his friend and the red train.
Baby blue headphones and blue flowery purse aside, The Writer’s friend was an absolute pleasure to meet. I have often wondered, and still do, about how changers spontaneously come together. They say that birds of a feather flock together, and I think I like that picture this idiom paints because I just see the little monsters inside of us coming together because we are monsters, not necessarily because we are the same color or of the same social status, but because we want to see a difference in the world and share our scary, risky, hope-infused ideas. This picture is what She inspired in me, in the several minutes we had in the red train. 59th is where we part. I rumble onward.
Rush and Slow Down
After hastily dropping off my luggage at my friends’ place, I ran back to the trains, glad to be a lot lighter this time. Time goes faster when there are loved ones to see and meaningful things to do. I get off at Astor and saw him sitting there in the window, one of a row of people alive and engaged in thought and conversation. I embrace The Producer and off we go on the serious business of the nightwonder that is the food tour of St. Mark’s.
On the itinerary tonight is falafels from Mamoun, bacon-wrapped hotdogs with crazy toppings courtesy of CrifDogs, spicy, yummy hand-pulled noodles from Xi’an, and Tangomonium frozen yoghurt with mochi bites and almonds from Red Mango. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Nightwonder, indeed.
Beyond the food consumed, the conversation exchanged definitely contributed to the night well-spent. I got caught up on The Producer’s life and projects, and learned that learned the technical term that describes the numbness that my lips loathe when eating spicy food — 辣麻, literally translated, spicy numb. Exactly.
She & Him
Eating froyo on the subway was simply very enjoyable for me. Getting back, I was glad to catch She & Him before they went to bed, catching up on life and school, tea and tortoises. They were great hosts, very kind and very dedicated to living life. Thank you for your generosity.
Film & Color
The next morning, I quickly regretted indulging myself with the extra hour of sleep on a proper bed and after enjoying a hot shower. I got ready quickly and walked briskly through the beautiful city streets, basking in the glow of the sun and friendly breeze into the SoHo district. I found The Director on the second floor of the sun-streamed Apple store. He looks better than ever. I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by genuine happiness and anticipation as we discussed recent developments and how he had grown, living in the city of his dreams. You’re doing so, so well, Director. The world cannot wait to see the world through you.
We are a few of many in the sea of faces, high on life and independent, interdependent, and intertwining like film and color - dynamic, rhythmic, cosmic.
I grab a snapple from the roadside stand and head down to the station to climb aboard another snake of a beast. Time to open my eyes to the northeasterly corridor.
