Thoughts From New York City
I’ve met many girls who say they like nature. They say it in more words than that, but I’m editing down their thoughts. It’s a contentious issue that never resolves between my partners and I — The love of nature and ‘spirituality’. I do not love nature and I am not spiritual. But perhaps I do not love nature, because I’m not spiritual.
However I bring up spirituality — depsite not being so — because I do relate.
I feel ‘callings’ (to use such a tiresome word) I cannot articulate. That, like Baptists or Wiccans, if I were to explain my reasoning behind certain actions, they would not make sense to others.
I moved to New York over a weekend. I went to work on Friday in Kansas and by Monday I was working near Union Square. I moved quickly because to live in New York you must move quickly.(In retrospect I learned this to be even more true than I suspected.) If you move slowly you don’t make it. You don’t make it to here and you don’t make it in here.
In New York — the pace is quicker. The tempo faster. The values looser.
I like it. I like a city with a bit of greed; it makes you work harder, move faster. I’m liberal but I run my life like a republican.
When it comes to sprituality I don’t pray. I don’t attend church. I do not burn incense and I do not pull tarot cards and place them under my pillow. But I do move. I move when I’m sick of the same street signs and venue lines. I am nomadic.
You see, I’ve lived a lot of places and I think about certain faces from each. I think about a particular face I loved in Northern Michigan when I was 17 — round with waifish brown hair and blue eyes.
I think about one when I was 19 standing in the sands of Clinton Lake — the face sharp and pale with blonde forgiving hair.
I recall another along Navy Pier at 21, and another at the East Bay when I turned 23…
At 25 I’ll remember yours, even if like the last ones, it won’t stay.
-Thoughts From New York City.