With two suitcases and hopes for a future, I land in New York City. I don't have much money in my pocket, but then, I don't have much to lose. I'm ready to risk it all. I'm ready to go for it and make things happen. It's time to open myself and my creative verve. Open myself to that outside energy that steers me toward my own empowerment, and potentially my own devastation. I open and let things flow. What is my destiny? Who is this person, the creative force passing through me. I have to open myself, I hope that I can. Creativity surrounds me. Sometimes, it doesn't always come. Sometimes, I open myself, only to be slammed by life and creative nothingness. Sometimes, I just feel nothing at all.
God, I have some questions...
About Me
- The Everyday Adventurer
- I can’t seem to find my way anywhere. I have systematically spun myself in circles. I’m tired of wearing this heavy backpack. I can’t find the Trailhead, but I do eventually stumble across the highway. My compass tells me that I need to head north. I pitch my thumb and start trying to hitch a ride. And I try for a while, with just about everyone driving by. I must look terrible, the backcountry having gotten the best of me. Finally, an old Hippie stops his jalopy and proceeds to drive me for several miles until my vehicle appears. Sitting right where I left it, only yesterday. Suddenly, I’m out of the Wilderness and back into the safety of my operating vehicle with a heater
Finding God in New York City
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