In DC, condos grow like bamboo, each crane feeding on the human-scaled architecture that I fell in love with when I first moved there in the mid-1980s. Here, the pecking order is as clear in the structures rising on the sides of hills.
There is greatness here, often in surprising places.
I give thanks to the artists and healers, for always elevating the importance of creating beauty in otherwise somber backgrounds.
The more we allow ourselves to play in the world of living energy — testing out what feels right and good to us — the more we’ll naturally be in the flow of things, and when we’re in that place, we naturally release denser energy, and begin to accumulate more lighter energy.
The flow is part of the secret to growing into who you’re supposed to be, You have to know what helps you get to that flow place. Sometimes, it’s hard to find. Other times, as easy as breathing in an ion-rich breeze or appreciating a mural you can only see in the rear-view mirror.
Earlier this week, from the bus I spotted a large spray-painted sign that read “Eres el beso que jamas salio de mis labios” (You are the kiss that never left my lips). It was simply signed “Accion Poetica de Lima” (Poetic Action of Lima). It felt like a direct message, not for its saccharine quality so much as the reminder of how possible — and powerful — it is for us to create brief moments of unexpected beauty for those we love, and for those we’ll never personally meet.
With any luck, we’ll be able to travel up north this week, so that we can spend the Jewish New Year in a quieter place along the Pacific. Before long,we’ll head home, back to our normal schedule of moving through the world. I hope that I can carry with me the profound way of being in the world, that beneath the long rivers of ever-moving cars and mountains of concrete residences, the energy is as alive and flowing as anywhere else. I’ll try to remember to keep searching for beauty in unexpected places.