Six months in NYC

It has been a blur of time filled with so many strangers
walking at a quick pace in the city that never sleeps,
yet seems to sleep more than me.
I avoid times square at all costs
I bought a tux in Chinatown
I have been feeding diplomats.
I sat with Anthony Hopkins in a screening,
had Phillip Glass join my New Years day inspiration.
I have remembered again how to dance.
I have walked the back corners of the Waldorf
and fed the United Nations candied figs
I poured rum for the Dominican Republic.
I watched comedians act as a minister
and cooked bok choi in Long Island.
I filmed stinging nettles in aqua blue tanks,
learned to love the Hudson as it is.
I walked the Bronx to discover spring
in the faces of a school field trip.
one day spent speaking in five languages
I bought red dresses with intent.
I walked in a parade as a giraffe,
I helped children believe in the kindness of Santa.
I bought orchids and mangoes to relieve the pull
back to the islands.
I made friends of strangers, helped the elderly cross Fifth.
I cheered for prodigy's who blushed in their youth.
I asked questions of poets
and read the smile lines of the people on the 5 am train.
I dreamed again of possibility.

Last day in the Cove

Its been too long since my last entry. I have been working and sorting through the options of what will come next. I keep trying to move on to something new, but the peace that comes from the nesting is hard to deny. I needed a nest more than anything, I guess. A place to bake bread for kind strangers, and walk the rocks until I could do it blindfolded. It is the classic travellers battle, being torn between staying or going. I write this after saying farewell to my ten year old side kick who reminded me of the joys of bonfires and joy rides on the back of a minibike. Using my camera to film rocks in the creek and talk about horses and dogs, and new friends at school. He tried so hard to hold back the tears, I didn't try so hard. Maybe I am tired of always keeping it together. It is hard to uproot now after so many months in this small community. The sea is again alive with fishermen just like the days of the past, they now know me by name.

My videos caught the illusive schools of jellyfish brought in by my last wish made upon the sea. It was a good bittersweet ending to this time in my new life. One wish granted as an otherwise empty cove that filled with thousands of jellies in one sweeping wave, then as soon as my wish was granted, it ended just as quickly. I turned my head to watch them wash away into the greater sea, to continue their own journey. I too have to drift away and once again live through memory.

So onwards through Canada. Onwards through the fog...