Exploring Chelsea & The High Line

Got to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes today...wandering around exploring a city. Time to just go wherever my feet take me, finding little treasures to take pictures of. Today, New York. Bliss, right?

Started out on Columbus Avenue only to be greeted by this group of exuberant poetry wielding kids...who could possibly pass up Free Poetry? My gift, this:

Jellybeans Up Your Nose

Johnny stuck jellybeans up his nose,
That’s a pretty dumb thing to do.
But the other kids said, “Hey Johnny’s real cool!
Let’s put beans in our noses too.”

Well, a kid can’t breathe with beans up his nose,
‘Cause they get all stuck inside.
So Johnny and the kids, well, I hate to say it,
But they coughed and they choked and they died.

That’s a pretty grim tale, I must admit,
And it may not all be true.
Still when somebody cool does something dumb.
You don’t have to do it too.

Columbus Avenue Poets

With some welcome assistance from my favorite book in a box, City Walks New York, I set off for the High Line. I wanted to take this walk last summer but never made it; this time it was first on my list. Free time? High Line. If you don't know about the High Line, it's a public park project sailing above the streets on Manhattan's West Side, seemingly magically built on an historic freight rail line. You get gorgeous perennial beds, benches, views into penthouse apartments and garbage cans, and so many people happy to be out on a gorgeous day, smiling.

High Line Entrance, 23rd Street

Many groups of school children on field trips, but these two little girls holding hands were the highlight. They walked along, arms swinging in unison, singing "I just wanna feel this moment, whoa, whoa, whoa" in the sweetest little voices.

Feeling the moment.

So much to take in.

Sit a spell.

Rail tracks gone perennial.

The view up wasn't bad either.

Al Anatsui, Broken Bridge II

Next, The Meatpacking District and Chelsea. Lunch on the shaded patio at The Park, with my Kindle. A little slice of Nirvana. And tuna.

It wouldn't be New York without models. Felt right at home, watching these two beauties teetering in their sky high heels, on cobblestones!

Then, The Chelsea Market.

And swoonworthy Chelsea streets.

Finished up with public art and, of course, a dog hanging out under a restaurant patio table. Because what is New York, or anywhere for that matter, without dogs?

What a treat this day was.

Midtown Walk | A little good thing

I have fallen out of the habit of writing here, and once that happens it is tough to jump back in.

Today, I am jumping. Without judgment, without too much thought, just a small reminder of what made me happy today. Along with many other things, a little lunch time walk through midtown, admiring the plants in bloom and the pretty bungalows, imagining my alternate life if I lived just a few minutes walk from the agency, what that would be like. A half an hour to myself, quiet and shady and warm.

A little thing, yes. And a good thing.

What Is Your Story?

What do you want your story to be?

Reading a wonderful book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, by Donald Miller, that poses this question and I've been thinking a great deal about it. His theory is that life really is a story, that we are characters in a narrative who have real choices about what that narrative will be. We tend to want to make our lives easier, but what makes a great story is transformation, a character arc, the protagonist learning. What brings about that transformation? Stepping outside our comfort zone, facing difficulties, overcoming challenges, living through tragedy even. Most important is choosing a story that causes us to grow.

I told myself a story before Chloe and I went to Wolf Camp last week...that I'm not the camping type, that it would be difficult and that I was just doing it for her, because it was something a good mom would do.

Sometimes it is so very nice to be wrong.

We ended up having an absolutely amazing time because of the challenges, not in spite of them.

On our first afternoon we hiked in the rain, with one bright apple green umbrella over Chloe’s head, a friend snuggled in beside her. Smart, my girl, to think of bringing umbrellas. Completely in camping mode, I thought only of ponchos and hats, and she came up with the better solution, the obvious one really, and we’re the only ones that did. I smiled inside seeing her underneath that umbrella, warm and cared for. But all the kids chattered and laughed and kept on walking and were so thankful to come in out of the cold rain when it was over, with brave tales to tell of their adventure. How many times, really, do any of us get to walk in a thunderstorm?  How often do we get the chance to be brave?

The next morning we hiked down to Merced Grove to see the Giant Sequoias in 40 degree weather and more rain, all of us so, so cold. Pretty difficult for both Chloe and me and we had quite a few chances to give each other reassuring hugs picking our way down that slippery steep trail, laughing together trying to keep warm. I never would have thought that Chloe would be able to do that hike, especially in such shivery conditions, but she definitely managed it and even was at the front of the pack with our amazingly energetic naturalist, Poppy, on the way back up. Another challenge conquered, proudly.

Chloe in Merced Grove

Dogwood Blooming in Merced Grove

The whole week was like that...new songs and skits featuring the kids and chaperones, a newt discovered under a decomposing log passed from hand to hand, running games and more hikes. Yosemite Falls, Mirror Lake, Half Dome. Beauty and challenges. Friends and preteen shrieking. Getting to know some of the other parents and teachers better, being awed by the passion and energy of the naturalists, tearing up a bit at the final campfire. Being so proud of these kids, respectful and interested and engaged and silly. So proud of my girl, stepping outside of her sheltered world a bit and thriving there.

I think the pinnacle of the week, for us, was the solo night hike. We all went out together, at dusk, on a hike around the camp grounds, and then settled in for a circle of stories and games. After talking about how Native Americans used to go off on their own for a vision quest at adolescence, Poppy told the kids that they would be doing a version of that by walking back to a meeting point, on the trail we had come up, alone. We talked about fears, and everyone wrote one of their fears on a little piece of paper and put it in their pocket. All the kids lined up, with parents interspersed between every three or four of them, and Poppy started her stopwatch. Every forty five seconds, one little person started off down that trail, alone, and we parents clenched our fists and let them go. Chloe looked at me with the big eyes and I reassured her that she'd be so proud of herself when she was done, and that she was definitely up to the challenge. But, oh, in my heart, I did not want to let her step away. It took all I had to smile at her and send her off down that hill. Forty five seconds later, I followed her. It doesn't seem like long, but it's long enough for your child to be completely out of your sight, and out of the sight of the person in front of her. Long enough for so many thoughts to go through your head. Long enough for your heart to beat wildly. 

When I got to the meeting place, there she was, safe and grinning. Full of stories of catching up to the friend in front of her, of running, of being so scared, but ultimately, of succeeding. As all the kids filed in, their pride couldn't have been any clearer, and it was so beautiful. We all gathered again in a circle and slowly fed our pieces of paper holding our fears into a small fire and watched them turn to smoke. Mine read, "Letting my girl go." And I did. And she flourished. 

Our whole week was a tremendous story. One I am so thankful to have chosen.

Wolf Pack!

Mother's Day Gratitude

This Mother's Day I am grateful for...

The giggling, shrieking, swimming pool full of girls this afternoon at our house.

The sleepy, stretched out, softly snoring puppy at my feet.

My husband who, upon seeing my desperate need for some alone time this morning, rose to the occasion by loading girl and dog into the car for an impromptu trip to Discovery Park. And even better, sent me videos of them having a wonderful time, so exactly what I needed.

That my girl can forgive my yelling at her this morning (before that much needed quiet time.)

A wonderful trip to Yosemite Wolf Camp this last week. How lucky I am that I was able to take the time off to be with Chloe and share such an amazing adventure.

My mom, who I can always count on for her unconditional love. I'm not sure how our family would manage without her constant help and support.

Ettore's Chocolate mouse cake. Books on the Kindle. Favorite music on my phone. Poetic facebook posts and sweet Mother's Day greetings from friends. A little garden time trimming roses. The gift vase of flowers on our mantle. A quiet house ready to let go of the day.

And, mostly, a tall, lovely girl who gives the very best hugs on this earth.

Yosemite Dogwood

Happy Mother's Day.