Tag Archives: Manhattan

Putting Out Fires

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Today I had the pleasure of meeting this great group of public servants, Fire Department New York-So Ho Station!  What a great group of men!  Thank You for your service.  As we were walking on Bleeker Street later I heard, “Hey, Cookie!” I thought, “I just heard my name.”  When I looked around they said, “Don’t you remember us?!”  Grateful for such warm and fun interactions!  They even knew, “Bless your heart!”  Love them!

Dialogue With No One

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Last night I heard a beautiful choral performance by C4, The Choral, Composer/Conductor, Collective.  (http://www.c4ensemble.org/)  The title of the performance was Unusual (Music of the strange, the absurd, and the surreal).  A piece composed by Gordon Williamson, “Tape Recorder” inspired me to write this.  As I was listening I started thinking of the word melody and I begin to compose this in my thoughts.  Music and words can create many emotions.  These are mine today.  

The words hurt.

They sounded like a bow touching the strings of a violin off-key.

I covered my ears.

Make it stop.

All I wanted was to hear a beautiful sound.

SCREECH.

That’s all I heard.

It had to stop.

I wanted music.

I wanted a melody.

It was the pain talking.

I found a melody.

I found my song.

I hear it now.

Wednesday in the City

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The birds are chirping this morning.  The taxis still run with the same fervor and haste.  The sound of sirens reminds me there is uncertainty.  I hear the footsteps on the sidewalk of busy people whose day may be filled with animus or hospitality.  They approach the day with intention.  I feel calm as the world spins around me.  I am learning to focus on the chirping of the birds.  I sit with my intention before I flow into my day.