eleventhbeatnik

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New York City: My View.

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Today, choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could …
Writing 101:  Day 2

Sometimes seemingly easy subjects at face value are in fact intricately complex.  And so it is with topics such as this.

If I possessed magical-instantaneous-transporter-superpowers, there are many places in the world I would want to go and explore for the very first time.  So many in fact, I wouldn’t know exactly where I would choose to land first.  Peru?  Sedona?  England?  Spain?  Italy?  Scotland?  Boston?  India?  Bali?  Iceland?  Australia?  Sweden?  And on.  And on.  And on.

So I had to go back to the original question, refocus and tap into what felt true for me.  Where in this very moment do I wish to be?  The answer, of course, is both stunningly obvious and veiled in mystery.  Why the contradiction?  Because despite the travel bug that thrives within me, my inner GPS always points me in the same direction.

Allow me to show you my True North.

Arriving at the destination that inexplicably and continuously calls my name, I begin my usual circumference walk with anticipation and excitement:  visiting old haunts and discovering new ones along the way.

A beautiful crossing.
Raindrops in Blue.

photo credit: eleventhbeatnik

photo credit: eleventhbeatnik

Emerging from W4 station, I soak in the familiarity and the newness
that unfailingly assaults my senses.

photo credit: google images

photo credit: google images

As I walk here and there, past memories arise and fade.
Wonderful new observations and discoveries are born.

photo credit: google images

photo credit: google images

S’Nice.
Very Nice, actually.
Much compassionate deliciousness occurs here.
Curry Cauliflower Wrap anyone?  Lemon Blueberry muffin my dears?
Hell, yes!

scene of crime

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Let’s just call this “Scene of the Crime”.
As a pedestrian, I was hit by a taxi here as I stepped into crosswalk
and it changed the course of my life.
Physical pain?  Yes.  Recovery?  Long.  Emotional repercussions?  Indescribable.
The take-away?  I am grateful to be alive to tell the story.
I hurt a lot.  I loved a lot.  I learned a lot.

photo credit: google images

photo credit: google images

Washington Square Park.
Poetry, Music, Art
Home of THE BEATS

As my feet connect with the earth in this sacred place, I remember who I am.
It was in this park that I truly recognized myself for the first time.

i am the eleventhbeatnik

For me, New York City is more than a desired travel destination.  It is the place I feel most alive.  It is home of my heart.

photo credit: google images

photo credit: google images

 

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Author: eleventhbeatnik

aquarian age counterculturist

2 thoughts on “New York City: My View.

  1. Ouch! Hit by a taxi…oh no!! I really enjoyed this post and especially liked the way you set it up. I enjoyed the photos, the centered text (which I usually hate) and the short sentences and fragments. It all worked so well together and was very interesting to read. Nice job! 🙂