Still Sundays
August 15th.
What do you know beyond a reasonable doubt? Psyche & The City. “What has been blown away, cannot be found.” Calm Madness.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
Back in New York. My affinity for the City is not just because of the obvious; in fact, it is the subtleties which draw me in. The complexity, paradox, the buzz of it all. Yes, found all places where humans exist but New York boasts it. Here you are challenged to really see beyond the obvious. Every. Single. Moment. And some don’t. I do. It is not always a pleasure. It is on a Sunday morning.
Artist Sarah McLachlan’s lyrics from “Elsewhere” are precisely representative of this invisible, yet very present, tranquility I find within the chaos of New York.
I love the time and in between
the calm inside me in the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a distance I have wandered
to touch upon the years of reaching out and reaching in
holding out holding in
I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
and I’ll defend it as long as I can be
left here to linger in silence
if I choose to
would you try to understand
I am drunk in my desire. A whirling dervish I am still inside some swirling madness.
