Humbled on Sunday: by New York City.
“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it – once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.” ― John Steinbeck
It is difficult not to be humbled in New York City! My God, it’s intense. There are 12 million people on the tiny island of Manhattan at any given time. It’s bustling and busy and wild. It’s non-stop. Relentless. Gritty. Competitive. The power is always turned to ON!
New York is a melting pot of contradictions where anything is possible.
There is an underlying energy in this city – a hum or vibration … Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ….. it’s palpable. Some of this energy must surely be enhanced by Manhattan’s bedrock which is over a billion years old. Often it feels as though I am confronted with my biggest spiritual obstacles in this city. I feel like I’m constantly tested and pushed to my edge. When things can’t get any harder, New York will prove that they can.
As devastatingly difficult as living in New York seems to be sometimes – it is juxtaposed with miracles and ‘New York’ moments. The quintessential and larger-than-life American culture dazzles in this city!
A favorite New York moment of mine was being driven home by a jazz drummer in his stylish mid-century Porsche … or walking home at night to see world class opera singers pouring their music forth from a church alcove to passersby …. Incredible street dancers, nude and dancing Occupy Wall Street protestors, celebrities, homeless people sleeping in boxes, drug addicts, artists, every possible nationality, unexpected and elevating conversations with strangers …. all of it magical and mystical. It is like the dream plane – only physical.
New York is my spiritual playground that always has me humbled to my knees.
“New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.”
― Truman Capote
My Heart Sings For sweating it out in the dead of winter on the treadmill to Michael Jackson songs … heaven yes! Sexy lingerie by Stella McCartney, Brown Sugar Scrub by Fresh, peace lily house plants, the people of Ukraine.