This is from few months ago, june 16th, 2010....a draft left drafted, though it's late...i'll be true to the thoughts here as always and wont change a thing.
Monday saw me stretch myself to the point that i was almost hoping i'd wrap sooner and head back from NY, but while i was there i was hoping i'd run into anyone i know. But lo, it gave my pride much needed strokes, when someone approached me to ask directions to go to Madison Sq. Garden, thinking i was a new yorker, hell, u cant deny that i'm a new yorker by heart, i'm a philadelphian by heart, i'm hydi by heart, but my heart is much more capable of just being a city. huh...good one
For being a little cocky and late as usual, i paid in full by missing my earlier train back home. What a good thing, i got in the next one the 7.10 to vermont, and met this amazing person with such a smooth voice, i could have fallen asleep but what he was saying, what i was listening, what i was sharing was so amazing.... i wished it wasnt him...but it was him, it is the person you want to meet, see, talk to. The next 2 hrs just breezed away like the train whizzing past.
With the sun flashing at me directly, i was shielding myself with my hands and he said i looked great that way... i just smiled. i was hungry, he kindly offered to go to amtrak's little restaurant cabin at the end of the cabins, but i refused.
He and i then talked about books, music...oh this was the best part...he talked abt how the composition of music is so amazing that he knows how to make a beat, vainly i said, i dont get the science behind making a beat, but i know one, when i hear one....so he says the most surprising thing, u must love to dance then...i couldnt beleive he said that. i beamed, its true i love to dance, i dance while cooking, i dance while washing dishes, i didnt tell him all that but ...he nodded knowing...there are 2 ways a person enjoys the nature of music....aahh...
then came spirituality....i mentioned the book "Shack", which i found profoundly inspiring. It's about god, forgiveness, and all that...he shared his sony reader "What we ache for" by Oriah Dreamer...i sorely missed something that i returned recently....me sorry doll.
Aisey waisey....baton baton mein...i said it's gorgeous out today, he had his work laptop out, pointing to it, he said "this part is easy", then he pointed out to the window and said that "part is hard, beautiful but hard", i rested my hand on my chest, just wanting to be close to myself, when he said, "that part is hard too, matters of heart", i affirmed "you mean love", "girl we should have started this conversation when the train started"....buss...
we talked, wondered what actually it meant...after a long conversation, he summed what i felt, it's a connection, it's when you let someone grow, it humbles you, you do irrational things, it's not physical, it's not mental, it's a connection.
30th was arriving in 20 minutes, they annouced. i had to get off there, he was heading to delaware, we wished we had more time to talk.
the best part was....when we shared the sunset through the train window, like kids, we pointed excitedly as the sun was playing peek-a-boo...without pretensions i told him, what kinda music i liked, i think thats when the conversation about beat and dance came along.
Talking about sunsets, i told him, i live in a corner lot, i see sunsets almost on a daily basis, but i dont pay attention to them now, he said, you need to step back...i said that should be a caption for an ad.
Step back huh...
Monday saw me stretch myself to the point that i was almost hoping i'd wrap sooner and head back from NY, but while i was there i was hoping i'd run into anyone i know. But lo, it gave my pride much needed strokes, when someone approached me to ask directions to go to Madison Sq. Garden, thinking i was a new yorker, hell, u cant deny that i'm a new yorker by heart, i'm a philadelphian by heart, i'm hydi by heart, but my heart is much more capable of just being a city. huh...good one
For being a little cocky and late as usual, i paid in full by missing my earlier train back home. What a good thing, i got in the next one the 7.10 to vermont, and met this amazing person with such a smooth voice, i could have fallen asleep but what he was saying, what i was listening, what i was sharing was so amazing.... i wished it wasnt him...but it was him, it is the person you want to meet, see, talk to. The next 2 hrs just breezed away like the train whizzing past.
With the sun flashing at me directly, i was shielding myself with my hands and he said i looked great that way... i just smiled. i was hungry, he kindly offered to go to amtrak's little restaurant cabin at the end of the cabins, but i refused.
He and i then talked about books, music...oh this was the best part...he talked abt how the composition of music is so amazing that he knows how to make a beat, vainly i said, i dont get the science behind making a beat, but i know one, when i hear one....so he says the most surprising thing, u must love to dance then...i couldnt beleive he said that. i beamed, its true i love to dance, i dance while cooking, i dance while washing dishes, i didnt tell him all that but ...he nodded knowing...there are 2 ways a person enjoys the nature of music....aahh...
then came spirituality....i mentioned the book "Shack", which i found profoundly inspiring. It's about god, forgiveness, and all that...he shared his sony reader "What we ache for" by Oriah Dreamer...i sorely missed something that i returned recently....me sorry doll.
Aisey waisey....baton baton mein...i said it's gorgeous out today, he had his work laptop out, pointing to it, he said "this part is easy", then he pointed out to the window and said that "part is hard, beautiful but hard", i rested my hand on my chest, just wanting to be close to myself, when he said, "that part is hard too, matters of heart", i affirmed "you mean love", "girl we should have started this conversation when the train started"....buss...
we talked, wondered what actually it meant...after a long conversation, he summed what i felt, it's a connection, it's when you let someone grow, it humbles you, you do irrational things, it's not physical, it's not mental, it's a connection.
30th was arriving in 20 minutes, they annouced. i had to get off there, he was heading to delaware, we wished we had more time to talk.
the best part was....when we shared the sunset through the train window, like kids, we pointed excitedly as the sun was playing peek-a-boo...without pretensions i told him, what kinda music i liked, i think thats when the conversation about beat and dance came along.
Talking about sunsets, i told him, i live in a corner lot, i see sunsets almost on a daily basis, but i dont pay attention to them now, he said, you need to step back...i said that should be a caption for an ad.
Step back huh...
