Leave it Behind

You can go months without seeing anyone you know, much less, see someone famous walking down the streets of New York. And I'll admit, I've had plenty of celebrity sightings in the past eight years of being here, but Thursday and Friday I saw five. Later on Friday evening on Julie and my walk down Manhattan together, we saw the beautiful blond prosecutor with glasses from Law & Order/Conviction around the Flatiron area along Broadway. As we approached Bleecker along Lafayette, we passed by Brian Grazer, Ron Howard's producing partner for Imagine Entertainment, and that's when I freaked out a little more.

Prior to that, I can't even remember the last sighting. This may seem like I'm celebrity-obsessed, and I do watch Access Hollywood regularly to keep up with the business. Yes it is mostly gossip, but it just seems a little odd to see fame so often and all at once.

This blog is focusing my goals. I'm putting myself out there, working out regularly and I can feel the energy shift. It's going to happen, and I am predicting it here folks.

What an amazing night, Friday. I don't want to reveal too much, because it is a bit personal, but I'll just say that Julie and I go on walks in New York; two to four hour walks down Manhattan and across the Brooklyn Bridge, and we hadn't done that in quite a while. After work Friday, we walked from work to Brooklyn on Jay Street, and caught the F train home from there.

The golden full moon hung above the eastern sky, clear and black and open as we approached the Bridge. A single beam of light shot up from Lower Manhattan, not exactly at the World Trade Center sight, but in remembrance nonetheless. It's blue hue reaching for the heavens, connecting the earthly to the infinite. Maybe on the 11th they'll place two beams, but I know the cost to the City is too much to keep all week.

We had the option after eating three roasted pork tacos with chunky guacamole, rice, beans, and sour cream at Chipotle – it may be a chain, but it hits home for us – to watch a movie at the AMC Times Square. We checked out the times on the outdoor board at around 7pm. The throngs of passers-by along 42nd Street were too much, bumping and avoiding, so we ducked by oncoming people-traffic and entered the building.

The line to the front ticket counter reached the doors. Each automatic ticket vestibule had a line of four or more. The chatter and the proximity of an entire floor occupied with moviegoers squeezed me into a private knot. I looked at Julie and said, after telling her earlier that I really wanted to see at least three different new movies, “We don't have to see a movie. We could just walk?”
“Yeah, it's such a beautiful day, I just don't feel right spending it inside all night, then having to go home.”
“You want to just walk downtown?”
“Sure, sounds good.”

And with that, we exited the horde into the Great River of People, east to Broadway. We made our decision. It was for our New York couple adventure, a substitute for working out.

This is when we have our best conversations, expressing our dreams and immediate concerns, flushing it out with each step down, and pouring it on the sidewalks. Julie will do the window shopping and once in a while we'll enter a retail dwelling, but it's onward and southward despite our corporate attire and my non-walking-dress shoes. Doesn't matter, just walk, push forward and manifest the metaphor for life.

We do it together. We do it with love.

The pounding of feet, the burden of over-the-shoulder bags, the constriction of tight clothing means nothing, O' Twin of the Walk. There's levity in our load, and gravity is but a foreign concept as our spirits soar along avenues and above the edifices, into the night and Golden Moon.

Triumphant Two, defending the soul from stagnation and desktops, affidavits and offer letters, voice mail and Blackberry prisons. This is our time, to leap from the banking towers along Park Avenue to the suspension heights of the East River.

We can see you there, on the Bridge, from a distance. We walked from you, lit and distinguished, and placed beside Chrysler and MetLife. You're so tall standing next to us, and I feel small in your shadow, but we have walked all the way here, and you are just another silhouette, topped with a shimmering candle among the other thousand slhouettes and candles. You are now in our night-shadow as we stand above the world, boats passing below us, putting you far behind our steps.

During the day we feel bound, but this night we are free, and this perspective has freed us. This is where we share our dreams. This is where we share our reality. This moment, in this present Now, is our world, and you are but a part of it.