From tar beach to Bagdad Cafe
Yesterday I found a box of soundtracks from the 80's I used to live in...back when I had the luxury to "live in" things.
At night I'd put pop this soundtrack in my walkman and go sit (shiver) on tar beach under a vast night sky simply absorbing the sparkling, twinkling, towering marvel that is Manhattan by night.
Even then, despite my deep love for New York along with my rent control one bedroom apartment in the fruit streets of Brooklyn Hts., I had a growing awareness that I was just passing through. That, for whatever entirely inexplicable reason, I was simply not meant to put down roots at that time. Even if I loved it so much.
And this one track, in particular, sends me to back to this particular moment in time, when I first knew I was required to heed a growing feeling in the pit of my stomach that something more important for my higher good was elsewhere. It made no sense that I was supposed to make this journey based on a hunch, but later I see that by listening to my deepest self I was able to found something profoundly right for me.
Sometimes I think it may have been my children's voices calling to me during those rooftop meditations -- long before they were born. I think this might be possible if you allow yourself to view time and space differently. And music is one way to help you do that.
At night I'd put pop this soundtrack in my walkman and go sit (shiver) on tar beach under a vast night sky simply absorbing the sparkling, twinkling, towering marvel that is Manhattan by night.
Even then, despite my deep love for New York along with my rent control one bedroom apartment in the fruit streets of Brooklyn Hts., I had a growing awareness that I was just passing through. That, for whatever entirely inexplicable reason, I was simply not meant to put down roots at that time. Even if I loved it so much.
And this one track, in particular, sends me to back to this particular moment in time, when I first knew I was required to heed a growing feeling in the pit of my stomach that something more important for my higher good was elsewhere. It made no sense that I was supposed to make this journey based on a hunch, but later I see that by listening to my deepest self I was able to found something profoundly right for me.
Sometimes I think it may have been my children's voices calling to me during those rooftop meditations -- long before they were born. I think this might be possible if you allow yourself to view time and space differently. And music is one way to help you do that.