“If you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere… it’s up to you …New York, New York” –Frank Sinatra
Whom I’ve always been a fan of, and no doubt had a point.The city moves and shakes in different ways, and yes, I can dig the flow…. My whole life I have been a faster walker, I value moving from one space to another… however, I’ve also found the value of stopping and smelling the roses… the value of letting go.
There are two sides to every coin… words echoed to me twice now today to wise counsel, I look down at my own hips and see scrawled in black ink a tattoo on each one – one means darkness/devil/hell, the other means lightness/angel/heaven …. The contrast of fear and love…. Understanding that the beautiful and the profane exist within this same space that we call love…. Or god, or by whatever name you would call it based your beliefs and preference, all of which are individual, unique, and I respect….
New York, a town full of readers…. Ever with noses in their books, magazines, or iphones…. I hope your reading this tonight, and feeling not just my love for this city… your city… ours, but also to allow any spaces that we could collective grow stronger and recreate to step into that space. I see amongst everything here, potential, and lots of it…. And I have never in my life experienced such contrast amongst people…. Or quite as many smiles…. Truth. I leave the bar with a sweet taste lingering in my mouth, and yet a hint of a burn on the way down as this shot is 100 proof…. The city… the truth.
The good, the bad, the indifferent, the finding myself somewhere in the middle with my arms up… the waving the white flag of peace and love… the following my Sadhana to whatever space and job, and way to be of service it takes me, all the while, with every breath that I take… I walk to a dream… and thousands… millions potentially… march in unison…. A singular vision… hey there, artists, hello there, love… we hear you knocking and we choose to let you in, and for darkness we wear a thicker cloak and we protect our delicate skin with the effortless freedom of believing …. And we never lose the soft interior of our core… like a smore, or a lolli pop, or macaroon…. As strong as it is delicate, as rich as it is light… the balance we seek within this space could spark a flame that will burn as a reminder to reach out to all the Nations.
New York, what’d you say?
I’ll be here stoking the coals of the fire this winter, as promised either way. The cold swoops around and creates almost a sense of calm, the dewy coldness of the air sweeps through on your breath, lingers on your tongue, it tastes a bit what you’d think a cloud would taste like… you swim toward your destination through the sea of marshmallow air, swallow deep big bites, the gobs of chill press against your cheeks and you can feel…. Everything through your sensitivity, and your fires burn, and you become strong, and your art is created, each moment, to moment to moment, to moment. Because your only truth is love. And your vibration? Your open heart, your open home, your open kitchen, your kindness… your strength, your courage… that raises the tide for everyone, so thanks… thanks for showing up.
By Ashley Davene