I have been living in New York City and Brooklyn for a total of 17 years now. It is a hard thing to explain, but I don’t really remember what it felt like to live anywhere else. Something about the vibrancy and sensory texture of this city, driven by pulsing energy and a relentless pace, sinks in deep beneath the skin. It is like NYC has tattooed itself into me, branded me for life. In turn, I have left an imprint on its sidewalks with my own footsteps and various pathways over the years. I feel at home here. I feel a sense of harmony, even when my day is less than perfect. About two months ago a student saw me walking down 2nd Avenue on my way to teach at Tisch Dance. She waited for me at our building door and said, “You are so a part of this city.” Without skipping a beat I replied, “This city is so a part of me.”
I have thought about that transaction many times since in my meditation practice. From this starting point, the journey of my thoughts inevitably extends well beyond the relationship with the incredible city I live in.
As I continue to reflect, I look to you to share your thoughts on the two questions I have been sitting with:
What does it feel like to be part of something or someone?
What does it feel like when that something or someone becomes a part of you?