Last night summer rolled in, too hot too fast. This morning a wicked thunderstorm breaks the Brooklyn sky. This morning a wicked thunderstorm breaks the Brooklyn sky. It sounds like the apocalypse as if the gods are at war behind the purple cloudscape, a lightning show like no other dancing silhouettes behind the curtain.Continue reading “skylight”
This morning is wet, the rain falling in buckets. The sky is a bright gray, the color of lightning. A pair of postal workers discusses politics over breakfast. A toddler waves to the nearby sparrows having a bagel feast. A man behind me scans his phone. It’s me and my newspaper, a Brazilian Dark Roast andContinue reading “the color of lightning”
The sky may be gray on this overcast rainy day but I caught this flower awakening to spring.
My hands are cold. I setup shop on the terrace this afternoon and have been working outside wrapped in a blanket ever since. Finn has been running around the deck, jumping in and out of the planters as if he were training for the Cat Olympics. He gave me a minor heart attack when he dashedContinue reading “butterscotch ginger”
Tonight CC and I attended a member’s reception at The Rubin Museum of Art. The Rubin presents contemporary exhibits that “emphasize cross-cultural connections” with the art and ideas of the Himalayas and surrounding Asian cultures. I was first introduced to the museum by Lulu when we attended a Mirror Meditation seminar last fall. The session includedContinue reading “Tourist Day: peace in the city”
A harbinger of spring greets me this morning.
I’ve been itching to make a blackberry pie.
Tulips bashfully hide behind the bamboo.
I have an early morning meeting in lower Manhattan. I exit the subway to a city not quite awake. My path takes me around the Oculus and 9/11 Memorial Pools. I pause to touch one of the engraved names, make a silent prayer in a morning meditation. Spring is in the air. DaffodilContinue reading “Smiles & Springtime”