FALL 2013

It’s Monday. Our government is shut down, our N.Y. Harbor is as gray as the sky, and our Lady Liberty is still standing, needless to say. I’ll be seeing her this afternoon, along with a hundred tourists visiting New York City. I have to say, I love my commute into Manhattan. I’m a city girl, but I was raised as a country girl on the other side of the Hudson, so I consider myself both. Now I’m an island girl. I live in St. George, Staten Island. I love it here. I love the huge tree with bright orange leaves next to my house, the raccoon and her baby that come to my back patio, the view of N.Y. Harbor when I walk down the street, and the songs of crickets when I walk home in the evening. I love taking the bus to South Beach Library and walking across the street to the beach and the ocean, angled across from Coney Island. And I love the ferry ride, sitting on the bottom deck and practicing meditation while I hear the sound of the waves and look out to the open sky. I’m very thankful. Mother Nature always comforts me. I’m grateful to feel close to her again.