Dinner with Christo
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Christo, the resident male red-tailed hawk of Tompkins Square Park, keeps a
schedule. He has always been an orderly individual, keeping a routine and
bei...
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A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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In my imagination there was once nothing but a towering, swirling, glittering, growling column of pure energy. This energy column exploded out into the vast reaches of nothing and created all universes. In doing so the energy dispersed into tiny fragments and now exists as a seed within each and every one of us, animate and inanimate. When I pray, like many others, I pray silently with my eyes closed. I am trying to reach the seed within.
I love your concept of the door knob. Or your friends concept of the beauty of light. Whether you look upwards, outwards or inwards; keep on looking.
Love the image of trying to reach the seed within. Simply beautiful.
beautiful! it's almost like you need to take your nose out of your soup for a second to see the expanse outside the rim of the plate...
lovely, looking up is how I always know that no matter how dark the sky may get, the light always comes back and my prayers will or may be heard. My feet moving looking up at lighted windows, the moon and everything else is always a comfort.
Hi CO - yes, lovely. I've always found New York an intensely spiritual place - all those buildings, all that energy. Spiritual in the sense too the light and dark are intertwined . . .
T.
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