I started writing this from my favorite NYC spot, Bryant Park, on Wednesday evening. Circumstances & sickness kept me from finalizing but nonetheless, I begin there, beholding its beauty.
This second shot shows the “Reading Room,” marked off by a dusty skirt & tables under umbrellas announcing, “Words welcome here.” Out on the bright green lawn, stands a movie screen, awaiting Monday’s films shown under the city’s starry skies. This place-on a Wednesday night, where men huddle over chessboards, couples canoodle under the canopy & people sit solo, art in their hearts-is New York & why I love it so.
I rewind to remember Tuesday’s therapy session with Michael, after the Tui-Na Massage that freed up my feelings (& all the toxins too). While we processed that, we inevitably came back to “my growing edge,” holding out for uncrumby love in my life. My sticky wicket, I’m determined to lick it. But sometimes I struggle with how hard it can be.
Then, humming, I told Michael how I continually see the “Ready, Willing & Able” crew cleaning the streets. (http://www.doe.org/help/) Each time, I’m reminded of Bob Marley’s line from “Is this Love” about being willing & able to throw his cards on her table. I’ll hear it in my head for hours after, signaling me to let old habits lie & fly, free from those things that don’t serve the new me. For background, see “Let Them Eat Crumb Cake (not).”
As we wrapped up the session, I described my “ideal partner” & how I might as well aim high & ask for that. This dovetails well with an article I received recently from my sister, stating how the author found true love when she knew what it was she was looking for in her lobster. By writing down exactly what she wanted, asking for it & (here’s the hard part) holding out for her own “hero,” she eventually found him. (Clearly, said love still does annoying things & gets on her nerves at times. No one is claiming “perfect” can ever apply to a person.) It seems simple-the best way to get what you really want-is to ask.
Then Michael went to the closet & produced the Bob Marley album bearing my theme song. (Yes, my friends, the man has vinyl & does cool shit like this in therapy. See why it works so well.) We sat singing along to the song & I went on my way, ever so sure (again) of what I needed to do.
On the train ride home, the Universe seemed to be on the same page. First, I plopped my butt on top of this piece of paper:
Then, looking up, the posters above me preached:
1) “You can have what you’ve always wanted, just follow the Law. The Law of Attraction.”
&
2) “I’m in charge. Planning is power.”
And with that, I leave you to consider your list. I encourage you to ask for what it is you desire (& therefore require) in your home, in your heart, in your job, in your friends, in your love & in your life. Making it clear to ourselves is only the first step. But it’s one I’m reminded, repeatedly, I cannot skip. Bob says it best:
I wanna know - wanna know - wanna know now!
I got to know - got to know - got to know now!
& if I sound like a broken record, so be it.
The Urban Pixie
P.S. Have fun with the parentals, idahochrispy, & for god’s sake, don’t get car sick!
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Don’t forget the boy scout laws on your list. Or the 4 H’s. I’m sure there’ll be some reference to Tom Wopat and John Schneider too.
Pixiema and Pixiepa made it through our time without any spilled stomach contents. Pixiepa showed off his trampoline skills and Pixiema is still loved by all that spend time with her. We enjoyed our time and didn’t talk at all about embarassing childhood memories….
Oh but there are so many good ones!
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