Some thoughts from my 4th of July night in the Big Apple – from SaturdaySoul.com
I can see you, I can feel you, I can look in your eyes. I can touch you, I can talk to you, I can love you.
I am standing out on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade looking across the East River toward the Manhattan skyline, anxiously awaiting the fireworks display for this Fourth of July celebration. I am one in a crowd of hundreds, ultimately thousands, who have gathered to watch the fireworks along the East River. Moms, dads, kids, old, young, brown, black, white, straight, gay, athletic, disabled, fat, skinny, beautiful. My English language is only one of many I can hear. All kinds of minds, all kinds of beliefs – Zen, Christianity, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhists, Atheists, Agnostics, educated, street smart, crazy, sweet, stupid, teachers, professors, city workers, janitors, executives, stay at home moms, entrepreneurs, preachers, rabbis, etc, etc. Sun dresses, short shorts, pants, sari’s, dresses, workout clothes, business…
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