I am in New York City today — one of my favorite places in the world. I lived here when I was in my twenties during the city’s “Desperately Seeking Susan” years. My old neighborhood, the lower east side, was full of Ukranian food, Indian food, Italian food and some of the best dive bars I’ve ever had the pleasure of patronizing. The years fall away for me.
As I walk these streets, visiting the familiar Christmas highlights – entire stores decorated in bows, the tree at Rockefeller Center, the enormous red Christmas ornaments floating in the fountain on 6th Avenue – I am still enchanted.
And I feel the poignancy as I walk — heading north to THE park.
I can’t walk these streets without recalling the young woman I was…
Not quite as sure of things, not quite as peaceful. I am overcome with memories of friends- some lost to cancer, others to the vagaries of time and the demands of adulthood.
The seas of humanity swirl as we navigate these streets- somehow together, somehow alone. I see families holding hands to stay together as they steer through the crowds. I see older people bent over but still carrying home their grocery bags. I see the busy business people – determined, focused.
And I am humbled to be one among. To be able to share in the energy and life and craziness that is this city.
What places stir the poignant memories for you? What places bring you joy?
Have a joyful weekend,