Today I went to the choir concert at Alexa’s school. It was delightful to see her and her young boyfriend so young and so Untouched fragile and investigative exploring and a sweetness a dearness One has only when they are fragile and putting experiences together. Experience happens when it appears in our life and we form a feeling around it. A paradigm, way of looking at it. The paradigm is formed by our own past experiences as they build one upon another. Can we look at the past experience and have a different paradigm with it ,a déjà vu Moment .coming from a new place, a new time. The meaning is slippery .
Watching these young adults reminded me of the experience I wanted to have I wanted to shine and polish my family I wanted my life to look a certain way so that I could feel a different way so I could be looked at in a different way then I would be OK then I will have painted over the sadness with the thick brush stroke
A nickname in theory always has a root. a way of shortening a name, a family nonsense work that stuck early on . after a lapse of time the meaning gets lost and seems to have no reason to explain why, it just is.
New York City in theory referred to as the “Big Apple” has quite a few explanations. Many false theories have emerged including that it derived from a woman named eve who ran a brothel in the city. This was later revealed as a hoax. It is actually believed to have been popularized by a sports writer in the 1920s.
After visiting this, beautiful city I have some ideas of my own. New York City “the city of comebacks” ” Deli corner of the world” “City of vitality” “city of migrants and pioneers”
Any way you name it This is a city that forms a harmonious compatibility of differences.
As a first time tourist one gets the feeling of dissonance . Trying to follow the advise of “When in New York, do as the New Yorkers do” I tried for a week to figure out just what that was. Whether a beggar with a street act or a deli worker, cab driver from Puerto Rico or Rabbi on his way to synagogue. Everyone as a whole went about their days making this chaos work for all involved.
The cathedrals,monuments, buildings that seemed to disappear into the sky, The freedom tower, the delis, The fast paced crowds, The sirens and horns honking, The “Met” Art capitol of the 🌍 .
As someone said to me “A city in which you can be as anonymous as you like”
I hope to return again , When ironic as it may sound, I want to escape what I have known as the “Real World”
smallest controllable element of a picture seen on a screen. Each pixel is an example of an original image.
Tonight when I turned on my tv I noticed my reception not coming in clearly, instead the screen showed me thousands of small pixels , pieces of the story trying today come together to make a story or an image. Adjusting the antenna helped bring things into focus.
To bad I rather enjoyed the small fragments of the image or the story rather then the focused clarity. I was comfortable in the obscurity.
My life experience is made up of tiny blips, pixels if you will. The older I have get they easier it is to see the reception of the story. The painful moments, heartaches, the loss of a dream or two, The days and periods of joy, The awe striking events like the birth of each child.
In the end it is all as it was supposed to be and all it is now. In clarity I see what part is mine and what parts belong to a power greater then myself from a universe that knows all order. My understanding is only an option