… and so I just listened as the wind whispered gently high above in the leaves of the healing tree.
New York, a city bursting with impatient, aggressive people all desperate to stand in the next line and wait. I was bemused watching the ebb and flow of people. The mothers pushing their babies in prams into the oncoming traffic against the traffic signals. Cars rushing by, changing lanes without warning. Traffic management people standing in the road telling drivers they could NOT use a road. A diversion around the block adding a half hour to the journey. The air was filled with car horns, sirens and up-raised voices. While I was there, the ‘city that never sleeps’ never rested, nor took a quiet moment of contemplation.
And amidst the crazy chaos of angry people trying to get on with life, or tell others what to do, angels found me – a taxi driver getting me to my hotel from the bus station, the mother of a toddler who helped me get a metro card (and my bags) onto the subway platform, and a pixie-sized woman who came back to help me despite the disapproving glare of a transit policeman.
Life is full of blessings if you just take the time to notice. I had moments, of course, like the man who insisted I accept his phone number, telling me I had a beautiful smile. He could show me out-of-the-way places that tourists don’t usually see that are more beautiful than the regular tourist attractions, and it sent a shiver of fear through me to know I had been marked as a woman travelling alone in a strange city.
But, I also met a young Hispanic man joyfully blending fibres on a board, creating rolags and preparing to spin yarn of the most glorious hues. I found the Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park – a gift of love from a man to the children of New York in the name of his beloved wife – and the children’s glee filled my heart to overflowing. I found a healing tree.
Soon it would be time… soon I would be in class with Dr Brian Weiss learning to become a past life regression therapist.
Image: Omega tree by Anne Marie McGlasson