Wanderlust

WRITING FINDING FEELING SEEING

ellenjbrown:

Spring is like a perhaps hand 
(which comes carefully 
out of Nowhere)arranging 
a window,into which people look(while 
people stare 
arranging and changing placing 
carefully there a strange 
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps 
Hand in a window 
(carefully to 
and fro moving New and 
Old things,while 
people stare carefully 
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing 
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

―e. e. cummings

grateful (29)

today I am grateful for:

1) running for an hour and feeling like i could run for an hour more. feels good to get back into it

2) taking the J train the wrong way (to the end of the line…) and not caring for a second because I was listening to beautiful music

3) having a really awesome chat with sally about sexuality 

grateful (28)

today I am grateful for:

 1) dinner with my family/friends in greenpoint. i hope they never leave me ever. having a place to go to after work to get fed, disconnect, make summer plans, talk about taco excursions in brooklyn, and chat about life while drinking lots and lots of malbec is what makes living in nyc a little easier on me.

2) ben and jerry’s salted caramel core ice cream hoooly shit

3) disney songs on youtube, specifically aladdin ones 

It’s not what you stole it’s what they gave you

—on the sea.

grateful (27)

today I am grateful for:

1) getting a seat on the subway (it was very early) and looking out to the river/southern manhattan and seeing the pink sky and the moon and in that moment everything was peaceful and nice.

2) clementines. they look like little pumpkins =) 

3) having my own lane in the pool this morning, and being able to swim for 35 minutes straight. baby steps..

grateful (26)

today I am grateful for:

1) getting back to yoga after three weeks (!)

2) M&M ice-cream

3) bed by 9:30. 

what the city once did to us

In winter, all things are grey except for the pine tree outside of the window. I find color in black and white books and warmth in 10 degree gusts of wind if I tense down; yes offense I want you to hear all of this —

This city swallows. In the early 1900’s men were dissolved of color underground digging tunnels. They dug and died and were paid, drank whiskey and wrote stories and now today people take the L train and cannot even see out the windows. Why there are no lights to show the hard work of hard men is probably because of electric bills.

But to unearth the under-earth artwork cast with shovels and picks and historical non-fiction! I now take the subway over the bridge to see what was once the longest suspension bridge to span earth. I look at the concrete, steel, stainless steel, FRP, the pink peeling painted beams and edible graffiti. 

By foot I met you on 36th and 6th in between buildings but we found little benches and you held me. We took a train that did not go under a river and I climbed sixty flights of stairs into sky and out of air: to what the city once did to us.

grateful (24)

today I am grateful for:

1) learning I like earl grey tea

2) walking from 125th to 96th street in the sun

3) getting to see corey and jocelyn and meet jenny! and drink more wine!