Last night, in a visiting-relative-paid taxi over the bridge I had that happy little feeling that makes me want to stay in New York forever. I love riding in taxis at night in New York, especially when we are going fast (relatively) in one direction so I can see the street breeze by, or, when we are crossing the bridge and all the lights from the city turn into a dream. It is the same feeling on an open road (again, in a car) with one of "those" songs and the sun baking your arm. Or riding on a motor bike and dropping your head back so you can look up at the trees and the sky. It is the feeling of being somewhere/being not somewhere. It is the feeling of flying over a town in a dream. You are there, but you aren't because your feet aren't on the ground.
It occurs to me that much of New York (although this must be obvious) costs way more money than many people can afford right now. And it isn't God that is magically changing the economy. (Future president/any person of influence, please do something different because this shit sucks!) So for the time being and perhaps forever I'll have to live vicariously through the New York dream of movies like "Sex and the City". Great.
A note on other sensations of being alive:
Post-headstand balasana, my torso feels like it has an exoskeleton that is cracking at the seams. Some days I feel shattered. It feels like one by one, each rib is lighting up in the joint where it connects to the spine. And when it lights, it ignites an electric shock down my spine. Every breath shatters glass. And then I realize that I have a dialogue running in my head and it is so loud that I wonder if anyone else can hear or if I have been talking out loud. I wonder how long I've been here with my forehead on the floor. And then it is over.
