Luscious Greenery

Luscious is the perfect word for my walk in the park in NYC yesterday! As luck would have it, I shared these photos with my family yesterday, and the response was “how lush.” I read that text this morning before I even knew that today’s word is luscious. What serendipity! I hope you enjoy the photos, and please share your photos and thoughts below in the comments! I’m very curious to see!

Limp Bizkit

Interesting word for today! Ironically, the first thing that came to my mind in response to the daily word is the band “Limp Bizkit.” The reason I say ironically is because I have never once listened to them (as far as I’m aware). When I was younger a couple of guys in my 7th/8th grade class were really into Limp Bizkit and would constantly talk about them. Me, I was more into my musicals and some Good Charlotte with a sprinkling of Green Day. In fact, that’s mostly what I still listen to other than podcasts and lo-fi, lol, but an image of Fred Durst and Limp Bizkit is the first thing that popped into my mind. It got me thinking about 90’s music, though, and how long ago it was. I can’t believe it! It feels like just yesterday that these bands were crazy popular and the thing to listen to. Do you have any bands that you think of in this way? I’m actually curious, so please leave a comment if you’d like! OH, also I like the Beatles.

Perfect for This Time

What a perfect word for this time we are in! One would think that the word coyote wouldn’t normally bring up something so readily for me, but today there are a couple of reasons that word resonates.

As many of you know, in NYC we don’t get much in the way of wildlife (unless you count the pigeons and rats…ugh), or, if we do get any animals their presence is overwhelmed by horns honking, sirens, people, etc. Well, mother nature is certainly making a big comeback around here. The flowers are beautiful. The grass is green. There are birds…chirping. In Colorado, where I’m from, that is not so strange, but in NYC this is very odd. It’s beautiful. It’s also eerie. Were I in Colorado, or somewhere that is not a hotbed of Covid-19, the sound of birds would be welcoming and beautiful. It is even now, but it’s also a stark reminder of why we are able to hear them now. Nonetheless, they are beautiful.

The second reason that this word rings a bell today is because howling at 8 has become somewhat of a popular event in the US recently. An entire community has been created. People are sharing their stories and the reason they howl. It’s cathartic for many! Side note: on a recent facetime with my family my sister told me about this howl at 8 thing they’ve been doing that my nephew loves and was very surprised when I told her I know one of the people who started it. The facebook group was started by a buddy that I knew/know from college, and it has just exploded. In case you haven’t heard about it abroad, you can join the facebook group (https://www.facebook.com/groups/howlat8/) and howl in your own time zone at 8pm. There are over half a million followers, and it is a wonderful activity in such a difficult time.

So, everyone, if you hear random howls at 8pm, don’t be alarmed. It’s just solidarity in action. I hope you are all well during this time.

Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com

Endless Branches

I never thought I’d say this when this all began, but this quarantine and horrific disease has caused me to do, among several options, one specific thing: branch out. Yes, you read that correctly. It has forced me, from the confines of my nyc apartment, to reach out to those that I don’t talk to often enough. It has guided me to reach out to those who might need a boost (and sometimes they reach out to me for the same). It has pushed me to re-think where my life is and how I can get to the next point. It has shown me that what I was doing was decent then but it no longer works now. It has pushed me to grow stronger due to the stress of everyday living around here. It has made me realize who my true friends are. It has shown me more about myself than I realized it would (or could), and where I am vs. where I think I am as a person. It has proved to me that I can do much more and better than I assumed would be possible. In fact, the very first day of my isolation my one of my biggest worries was how well I would mentally handle being inside for such a long period of time. I’m an outdoors girl. I need the fresh air ALL of the time and space to burn energy. That is all still true, but my newfound ability to adapt and keep calm under these circumstances is something that I didn’t think I could do. I have. I’m proud. I’m also blessed that I am able to spend time at home and be healthy, as others may not have a home or may be struggling in the hospital. I count my blessings for this. I am a lucky, lucky person for all of the great people in my life. Ironically, being stuck indoors…has forced me to branch out in ways that I never imagined possible before. I hope you are feeling positive, world, and all my best to everyone out there. We will get through this together.

A lonely walk…but lots of beautiful branches to see/connect with. It’s hard…but we’re all in it together.

Is New York City aesthetically pleasing? Is it nice looking? Is it ugly? That all depends on who you ask, it seems. To me, the city is beautiful…but that’s because my idea of its beauty stems from everything that drives NYC. I’m here as a performer, and the energy is palpable in this city. You can feel the determination that people have to live, survive, and improve their lives. It’s infectious. On the other hand, there are those who see the big skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty, the hustle and bustle, and to them that is aesthetically pleasing. I have to admit, a lot of that is pleasing to me, too. But then there’s this: the city is dirty. There’s lots of trash, rats, smells, etc. It’s grungy. It’s tough. It’s a place where people fight to survive. It’s not always so physically pretty…but to me, there is nowhere else like New York City. To me, it is gorgeous and rough all at the same time. There is nowhere I’ve traveled that feels as vivacious, tenacious, and determined. New Yorkers are often hard(ish) on the outside, but on the inside their loyalty, humor, and strength runs deep. The bonds that tie them together are almost impossible to break. That, to me, is aesthetically beautiful in a place that could use a little beauty sometimes. I love New York. There’s nowhere like it. It’s unique, crazy, and beautiful all rolled into one.

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¿La ciudad de Nueva York es estéticamente agradable? ¿Es agradable? Es feo? Parece que todo depende de a quién le preguntes. Para mí, la ciudad es hermosa … pero eso se debe a que mi idea de su belleza proviene de todo lo que impulsa a Nueva York. Estoy aquí como artista, y la energía es palpable en esta ciudad. Puedes sentir la determinación de que las personas tienen que vivir, sobrevivir y mejorar sus vidas. Es infeccioso. Por otro lado, hay quienes ven los grandes rascacielos, la Estatua de la Libertad, el ajetreo, y para ellos eso es estéticamente agradable. Tengo que admitir que también me gusta mucho. Pero al lado está esto: la ciudad está sucia. Hay mucha basura, ratas, olores, etc. Está sucio. Es dificil. Es un lugar donde la gente lucha para sobrevivir. No siempre es tan bonito físicamente … pero para mí, no hay otro lugar como la ciudad de Nueva York. Para mí, es hermoso y grosero, todo al mismo tiempo. No he viajado a ningún lugar que se sienta tan animado, tenaz y decidido. Los neoyorquinos a menudo son duros (ish) por fuera, pero por dentro su lealtad, humor y fuerza son profundos. Los lazos que los unen son casi imposibles de romper. Eso, para mí, es estéticamente hermoso en un lugar que a veces podría usar un poco de belleza. Amo Nueva York. No hay nada como eso. Es único, loco y hermoso, todo en uno.