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5.07.2009

once more.


today i awoke to a miracle.

the city was a revelation.

bathed in green. swathed in new light.

i stood on the corner of 77th and columbus and was lost. i'd gone too far. not far enough. where was i?

i looked up. 77th. columbus. no, this is right. and then i realized:

green. a canopy of green above. and with that, everything looked different. altered. the usual no more.

the city is a brand new playground. these corners and pockets that i know so well have changed and are beckoning me forth to explore. mapped and charted territory in need of new delineations.

suddenly, the usually banal cross town bus trip is like burrowing through the center of the rain forest. it doesn't last too long. but it's a glorious explosion of lushness in the gathered bouquet of skyscrapers and tenements that is new york.

new york is new again. new to me. and i could fall in love once more.

we forget, you know. there are times that our memories trail so close behind--clicking at our heels. and so we forget. trees lose their leaves. and then they find them again. of course. how could i forget this?

barren arms reaching to the sky. and then an answered prayer. blooms and buds. and flowers and leaves. cyclical. life is cyclical. and so the word barren is not right. trees are not barren. they are never without. they are in transition. life takes on new form.

i am not without. i am in transition. and soon a prayer will be answered and i will bloom and open. and i will be the same but altered. and i will get to explore this new me who was here all along. and the cycle will repeat.

the trees sang me a song this morning and my ears are alight with their hum.

14 comments:

Jayne said...

This is such a beautiful post. Your writing is absolutely lovely, and I know exactly what you mean. Change is so different, so subtle that very rarely can you ever feel the difference. But when you do, and it's that change that reminds you of how and why your heartstrings first tugged at themselves, it's a fantastic moment. Almost epiphanic in the James Joyce sense.

brown eyed girl said...

Lovely. Thank you for allowing me to picture a New York I could call home, even though I have never been there.

Signorina Svizzera said...

This is beautiful! My town is in bloom too and I can't get over it- I walk around and just stare and stare!

Betsy said...

You don't know me, but I've been a lurker for awhile. This is beautiful. Why are you not a writer??

Sara said...

I love your blog, I do. I am in Houston right now visiting the 'rents and cramming Mexican food into my orifices. I wish I could see the trees all green and lush in NYC.

iheartkiwi said...

i heart spring. it's a palpable thing... every single day is new and fresh. i wish we could soak it up and store it for a rainy day.

sheila said...

i love this. it makes the word 'fresh' run across my mind. I love spring, i love green and I also like a new beginning.

jess said...

Are you sure you don't want to be a writer... on the side-just for fun??? cuz I would for sure read a book you wrote!!

Single Girl said...

I yearn for that awakening

Ash said...

This is really great.

Sarah said...

You write so beautifully.

Alex said...

Oh I looove the crosstown buses through central park!!

Hanako66 said...

that is so lovely Meg...I am so happy that you found yourself in a good place today and can only wish that your tomorrow is even better.

Prianka said...

you are a lovely, lovely writer.