Within seconds of reading today’s prompt, the very first thing that popped into my mind was my mother. The one helping me through all of this. She is a pillar of strength, and I can only hope to be as strong as her someday. Hopefully that day is soon. I’m very blessed to have such a good example in my life. I feel for those who don’t, as it is a very tough lesson to learn on your own. Here’s to the hand holders, the confidantes, the strength-givers, and the positivity offerers. Here’s to the helpers. Here’s to the examples. Here’s to the people working every day to fight this thing and conquer it; and conquer it we will. Here’s to the advocates. Here’s to the non-profit organizations offering any and all assistance. Here’s to the heroes. Here’s to the nurses, doctors, emt’s, hospital workers, police officers, grocery workers, drug store employees, and ALL of the helpers. I am so grateful for you. Living in NYC during this trying time is not easy, and I see the essential workers headed in day in and day out, putting themselves on the front lines while we have the blessing of staying safe at home. I truly hope that the world remembers and celebrates these heroes, courageously fighting the one thing that is terrifying so many, long after this pandemic. May we remember just how much they have done for us. May we fight for their benefits and their health. May we unite to be of service to each other. May we repay them with kindness and fabulous paychecks. Also, here’s to the teachers, who are currently adjusting to an entirely new way of teaching. Here’s to the educators who are working to provide assistance to the families with children at home by any means necessary. Finally, here’s to the world. May she heal during this time. May we learn to treat mother nature far better than we have for a long time. Also, here’s to you, dear ragtag community members and readers. We can do this.
Flounder. That’s an interesting word. I’d like to say that I’ve pulled up my bootstraps and fought my way through this with a smile on my face. Honestly, floundering is something that is hard not to do. At this moment it seems like the Big Apple is unrecognizable. I look out my window and it looks like a New York City I don’t know. It’s…devoid of people and energy. It’s…not NYC. I can only hope that everyone is at home re-configuring their lives and succeeding in the best way possible. Truthfully, this is the first time that I’ve gotten myself to the page. It’s a whirl of craziness even though everything is so still. Thousands and thousands of New Yorkers have all of the sudden become unemployed and the city is doing it’s best to accomodate all of that. It has put a massive strain on the infrastructure of the city, and we are all struggling to get through. We have quickly become the location with the highest amount of cases in the US and times are very uncertain. The interesting thing is, we will not be defeated. NY’ers…are tough, diligent, strong, and courageous. It’s been incredible, the way that the community has shown love during this time. I’m proud of my co-workers and proud of my city. NYC strong. We can do this. It may be dark now…but it will be light in time.
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As life grows more tense,
Here in NYC,
As the city feels,
Like the world is crashing down around us,
I find myself going deep within.
It is a constant reminder,
To breathe in,
I tell myself,
We will get through this.
This, too, shall pass.
I try to calm the worries.
I try to slow the world around me,
By centering myself when need be.
We are in this as a planet.
We are in this together.
I close my eyes,
And I imagine,
And breathing out.
Lots of love to my fellow…well…everyone out there. Times are going to be very hard, but we will prevail. We must. I’d love to say I’m some sort of zen master, but that’s just not true…Ironically, as I was writing this poem, I was constantly envisioning Star Trek’s Vulcans and their serene nature. I know that’s off topic, but I hope it gives you all a chuckle during these pressure-filled times. Have a great night!
P.S. Somehow I’m on a night sky beach phase. Maybe it’s my body telling me that I need to listen to that when all of this is over and travel is safer. Hmmm…
Personally, I think of sunshine emotionally and physically. At this moment, as the situation in NYC becomes more and more tense with the virus (it’s even so slow that I’m able to write this post while at work), I take slight comfort in the fact that it has been sunny in the last couple of days. The air has been tense and distraught recently with the news, and with the sunshine the energy has lifted a bit. People are smiling a little. So here’s to sunshine. May it flourish in all of our hearts in this difficult time around the world.
Cuando pienso en la palabra explosivo pienso en:
Ira roja, ardiente y ardiente.
Viviendo en el mundo de tu oficio
Tanto que el mundo exterior se desvanece.
Es solo tú y el papel.
Tú y tu instrumento musical.
Tú y tu mundo
Nada más puede romper tu enfoque.
Vives en tu imaginación hasta que el trabajo está hecho.
Como los pintores famosos
No puede distraerse del arte dentro de usted.
When I think about the word explosive I think about:
Red, hot, fiery anger.
Living in the world of your craft
So much that the outside world
It’s just you and the paper.
You and your musical instrument.
You and your world.
Nothing else can break your focus.
You live in your imagination until the job is done.
Like the famous painters
You can not be distracted from the art inside you.
You are explosive.
What is a masterpiece?
Does a masterpiece mean perfection?
Does it mean a lack of error?
The world is full of errors.
The world is also full of blessings.
It’s full of compassion.
It’s full of miracles.
Things exist that shouldn’t be able to.
It’s luck, yes or no?
The odds were stacked against human creation.
Yet here we are.
Time and time again the earth has adapted.
Everything works in some sort of harmony,
Beautiful or not.
It’s all scientifically connected.
Art, music, you name it.
It’s all science.
It all works together,
Hand in hand.
It’s as if the earth itself is an orchestra conductor
And humans, animals, plants, etc.,
Are the violins, the cellos, each different section.
Yet it all comes together with earth conducting the show.
In all its errors, the existence of the orchestra is a masterpiece.