I"m deeply thinking about leaving here.  This experience has been eye=opening.
I am watching people and families with children, ''parading'' around dressed beautifully.  They are celebrating Eid Mubarak.  The end of Ramadan.  Now, in my white girl all american jersey born and bred and bucketed up with this Brooklyn gig for the past two years, would say..."Fuck."
But, the truth is, they look beautiful and they are proudly promenading and I can see the tradition they brought with them in play, right here in Brooklyn, in front of my eyes.  I do not agree with their religious views but I sure do appreciate their commitment and feasting!
I have learned love here.  Endlessly, day by day, by my grandbabies, but also I have fallen in love with many of these people here in the hood.  I feel the love of Jesus within my heart.  I am honored to share it with any of the people I come in contact with or pass in the streets. It is most difficult at times but I can only imagine how Jesus must have felt since he had the ability to see into their hearts...I'm only guessing..., for now.
I thought of being home and being on my lanai and listening to q u i e t.  What will happen? Will I freak? Silence is deafening??????  I pray I can bring my heart felt commitment to only listen and trust God and stop being a judgmental bitch. I pray I can chill and settle peacefully back in. Maybe for the first time.
I am glad beyond that I had the experience to live in NYC.  It truly is a dream come true.  The food is amazing. The people are good, bad and really bad. Stupidity rages here. Cluelessness. And it's too damned expensive.  People shouldn't be able to jack the price of snacks at a damn zoo by three times over.  Stay cheap, sell more.  This is America for petes sake.  Haven't gotten that yet?