In the midst of things

I am in the midst of a very powerful time. A time of change, growth and an increasing demand for continued courage. The rains fall everytime I want to skate, so I write insted. Eithor one is a place for me to find myself in this city maze of hungry individuals who are struggling to find meaning. New York is a tyrant in so many ways. It is easy to get burried alive and loose all sense of your self daily, and hourly at times. That is the test that confronts you everyday. Can you be strong enough to hold up your beliefs. Can you stand tall, even if you stand alone. I navigate through strangers somehow still able to be graced with beautiful souls who seem to have known me forever. That is my gift, perhaps: the ability to recognize the extraordinary aspects of another in a split second, and still manage to have the courage to trust them before they slip away into their course. Living from the gut and managing to still believe in the world. I have met some amazing souls here in subways and dead end job assignments. They know my favorite books, artists, places and secrets. It makes every moment full of possibility. I feel like I am involved in some existential battle, and fortunately this month I have been graced with allies.