No Joke

After 9/11, working in lower Manhattan, I had a lot of questions about how I was spending my time, my days, my nights, my energy, although back then I didn’t use woo woo words like “energy,” didn’t have language for what I now know is as real as anything, and is vast and fascinating, and powerful, and fun, and free. I didn’t feel good and I didn’t know why but I thought maybe it was the job or the place and I moved. I changed everything. If I’d known then what I know now maybe that wouldn’t have been necessary. If, if, if.

These days I spend a decent amount of time with people who talk about and think about things like “energy.” They talk about flow a lot too, and connection, and vibe, and spirit, and keeping their channel clear. Some even talk about G-d.

And they do stuff to notice all of that and bring it in, amp it up, feel it. It’s a thing. It’s a whole world, like the financial district kind of, with its own costumes, its own customs, its own rhythm and language.

There’s a reason I’m here for now and I’m pretty sure there will be another big shift, and maybe another and another in my future. This life is no joke. I’m going to do what it takes to be where I need to be to keep feeding myself at every level.