I walk by a woman singing out loud as she walks across broadway, ignoring her surroundings. Her voice is beautiful and penetrating, singing open notes like a warm up for an operetta.
I reflect on Kali, the tall, dark skinned man I saw one day back in 2007 walking along with his tongue sticking out and the whites of his eyes and teeth gleaming brilliant against the tone of his skin.
NYC is an incredible place. After crossing paths with the singer, I see that there is a prayer outside a ground level mosque, men have gathered along the sidewalk outside the mosque on their carpets or cardboard, praying together. I ask someone at stumptown and they say it happens every Friday.
Within the coffeeshop, they are filming a movie, and here I sit in the midst of the preparations and prep shots.
This morning, I saw a boy at the train station who I met about 2 months ago... a ballet boy who was on an empty car with me.
I can see that today is an auspicious day, and on days like today, I feel like I get a strong hit of inspiration, and need to hang on to it... but it is not necessary, because everything about this day is auspicious. The more I pay attention, the more I witness the auspiciousness in everything. It is both a frame of mind, and a state of universal being. It is a special day, and I recognize that through my lens of awareness.
I had breakfast with my grandmother this morning, and it was the sweetest. There are few things more precious to me that her, and the simple rituals we can share in one another's company. She repeated a parable that I have heard many a times, and today, it had a unique twist, some words that were colloquially used prior to the war.
How blessed we are.
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