Blue Lines, California, Fly, Georgia, Key Yemaya Walker, New York, pack, run
It was a hot Thursday evening. The night, to myself…I was not packed, had no plans, I may just use this long weekend to recharge the batteries. Take time to escape from myself, within myself. Granted, 2011 has been an abnormal year to just take a look at those things that will readjust the man I thought I was. At one moment, it was seeing YOUr eyes, another your laugh. Then again, it was hearing your voice in person, and not through the phone. It was seeing the amount of life that has filled this few short years, especially in comparison to the time we spend here on this planet.
Adjusting to things that you plan to do, I want to do this, this, and this…and allow for them to be put off for another year. So I looked at being in Boston, my trips to California, and in one night, unpacked, unplanned, skated away to New York. Unfettered, unrestrained, real experiences. And also, real reflection. I was able to think of the box I’m supposedly pegged in, Hispanic, Black, worker, writer…so as I packed my bags hours before heading to the office, what I didn’t pack: Continue reading