I went out the door this morning with a solid plan. Find breakfast, coffee, edit photos from last shoot and tap out lines of code.
Coffee and sunshine happened. Heaps and heaps of coffee. I’m forgetting that my body is still very sensitive to caffeine after my juice cleanse. 3 flat whites within 4 hrs wasn’t the best idea. I ended up jittery, unable to sit still and concentrate. Popped in my headphones and wandered the city instead. The weather in NYC was incredible today, yeah?
Early evening rolled around and I found myself sweating in the steam room practicing pranayama (breathing exercises) to slow my mind and body down. Stepped into the studio for meditation and Hatha yoga.
Today reminds me of the foundation of a yoga practice. Don’t step onto the mat with expectations. Don’t force your body . Listen and let your breath guide you.
Espressoing
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."