Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Subway Moments

A symphony in honor of my commute, starring Danny.

I get the priveledge of seeing this view every morning- it's my subway stop!  The subway in New York has some issues it is true, but the subway is also gorgeous, especially the place we get to board in the morning.  There are so many trees in our neighborhood that the whole place has a feeling of forest to it.  That probably sounds ridiculous, given that we live in New York City, but Flatbush feels far more suburban.  Green.  It just feels green.

It makes waking up in the morning an adventure, instead of a trial.




















Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Snow, it Seems so Long Ago

The snow, it seems so long ago, or like it never happened at all.  





This year has gone so fast, it seems just yesterday it was fall.






 I disbelieve how speedily the days and weeks and monthes pass by.







Time may be a concept, or real, but I know that it can fly.  







This past year has been, by far, the best in my entire life.  







It started with uncertainty, some stress, depression, strife.  








I found my calling, at least I think, to teach, help others grow.  







I learned to gauge how much I knew, how much I'll never know.







The moments flow by quickly as I go through each new day.  






I'm finding what I am, believe, and what I have to say.









Thank you guys, for being with me through this most wonderful year!
(And, for bearing with this inevitably bad attempt at poetry.  I wrote this late at night, saw it this morning, and decided that it deserved to be up here because, why not.)


~Emily

Friday, February 10, 2012

Inspiration Fridays: Bring on the Night


It's February.  It's cold.  Granted, this winter has been far less cold than usual- temperatures have been in the low forties (farenheit) almost every day, but at night, they tend to dip down into the twenties.  In my book, forty is still pretty cold, so, I say, it's cold, because, well, it is.  Brr.  Because of this, it is harder to want to work out in winter, and easier to eat copious amounts of unhealthy food and drink all of the coffee in the world.  I've been surprisingly good at the working-out bit, and by that I mean that I've been working out almost every day.  Concerning eating everything- well, not too shabby on that one either.  I've eaten some things.  Cookies are tasty.  But, I haven't eaten everything.  Restraint has been shown.  So, that's cool.  Coffee is my weak point,  clearly, and I might be sipping some right now.  What of it?  Coffee rocks my socks.  

Check out this gem of a photo... and now, imagine that it's me-

Yep, that's pretty accurate.  Though, something is desperately wrong with that coffee. The intention is very correct, though.

So, we've established that it's cold, and the natural reaction, though I've been fighting it tooth-and-nail, whatever that means, is to not move around, but cocoon in a nest of blankets while shoving cookies and coffee down your throat and crying softly.  Maybe not crying softly, but seasonal depression is a thing.  

I googled depression... and this image came up.  Inappropriate?  Maybe.  Hilarious? Yes.

Beyond the freezing bit though, you know what winter is?  Winter is dark.  Dark as shit.  It is so dark.  All of the dark.  It was at its worst near the solstice (December 21 guys), and now it's better.  It got a little better.  However, it got better like a festering wound gets better.  It may not be bleeding and pussing any more, but that scar is still pretty ugly.  Around here, night falls just after 5pm officially, but the sky seems a bit dim at least a half an hour before that.  Tis dark, kiddos.  Nighttime can be depressing, but it can also be magical.


I was walking home from the subway the other night, and found myself standing still for a minute, just in awe of how beautiful the darkness was.  Then, I had to run away because it turned out that I had stopped in the middle of the street and a car was coming.  After almost getting hit, and scrambling my butt onto the sidewalk, I stopped again, heart racing a little faster, which somehow only seemed to enhance the experience, or, perhaps, prove my own insanity.  Choose your own adventure here.  Everywhere.

I'm singing some kind of "Brooklyn Adventure" theme song in my head right now.  It's a wonderful, 90's-tastic blend of the Skip-It jingle, and the Transformers theme song.  With a little bit of Dragon Ball Z thrown in.

Anyway, the wind danced in spirals, nipping at my exposed cheeks and fingertips.  Though it was nearly midnight, the street shone, partially with the dim light of the lamps, but mostly with the glow of the moon, which was full.  I felt full as well- brimming with some kind of energy, some source of calm, or power that I can't quite explain.  That sensation of expanding you get sometimes, where you take up more space than your physical boundaries, and the air around you is saturated with your atoms.  At least, it seems that way.  When you can feel your blood coursing through your veins, and hear your own heart beating, and the world around you seems to slow, like that moment in the Matrix, or the ending sequence in Queen of the Damned.  That sense that this world is immortal, even if maybe you aren't.  That something, or most things, are larger and more important than you, but that you are vital, vibrant, and alive.  It's exhilarating.  

Kind of like this.

I hope that you know what I'm referencing- honestly, I wish that everyone does, but I know that they don't.  You may have never experienced this. Try it sometime.  Slow yourself down.  Go out into the night sky and allow yourself to embrace it, instead of letting it depress you, or scare you.  


I've never sounded like more of a goth kid than I do right now.  I'm a goth kid. Did you see the new layout?  Nighttime inspires me.  Sunshine does as well, let's get this straight, but nighttime- there's something mysterious, unknown, and exciting, perhaps even enthralling about what we cannot see, and the majesty, the epic proportion of the space we can gaze into when the sun isn't blocking our view.  The universe.  The night.






Friday, December 16, 2011

Inspiration Fridays: Enchanted Forest


Forests.  Places of enchantment, perhaps, but gorgeous?  Definitely.  It's entirely possible that I've been playing too much Skyrim, but for the past few weeks, I've just wanted to walk around an old deserted forest and sing to myself.  In this fantasy I'm generally wearing a long cape and carrying a sword in one hand, and a magical spell in the other.  Ok, I have been playing too much Skyrim, but that's not the point.  Or, maybe it is.

I've always liked the outdoors.  If the option to sit outside at a restaurant exists, and the weather is tolerable, I will generally take that option.  I love walking outside, and sitting in parks.  If this park sitting involves a book and a hot beverage, well... nirvana.  That's basically my nirvana.  Plants, trees, and grass make me happy.  So do furry woodland creatures, and chirping birds.  That sounds trite, but I mean it.  As pesky as squirrels can be, I like them.  They're annoying and sometimes a bit frightening when they climb on your foot, lap, shoulder etc. and attempt to steal your food when you're eating Shake Shack in the park, but, damnit, they are cute. Those little faces, and furry tails... you get the idea.  You probably know what a squirrel looks like.

As the weather gets colder, I tend to spend less time outside, because, well, I'm not a big fan of the cold.  I like it in theory.  I enjoy snow.  It's fun to play with and makes the whole world look gorgeous and serene.  But beyond the theoretical liking, I don't really like the cold.  It's stayed shockingly warm here this fall, and for that, I'm very grateful.  Last night, I was able to walk around in a light sweatshirt/ pleather jacket combo that was distinctly unseasonal.  Then again, I was full of a delicious, warm, filling Mexican dinner from a little place we discovered near our apartment, but even my pre-hibernation style of enchilada consumption couldn't account completely for the warmth I felt outdoors.
  
If I could magically transport my life, or raise a few thousand dollars, I'd be in the wintry woods of Scotland or Sweden.  One of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen was the passing frosty woodland of the Swedish countryside from out the window of the bus from Stockholm's tiny Ryanair airport to the actual city.  I was mesmerized.  So gorgeous.  Obviously, I'm not about to receive a massive multi-thousand dollar windfall, despite my wishing, because, that's just not something that happens, so I've made slightly more realistic plans.  This winter, I want to walk around outside more often than I generally do.  I plan to explore the wooded areas of Prospect Park when they are covered in snow.  With a sword in one hand, and a magical spell in the other.  Not really, but I'll  be dreaming. The woods, despite whatever science says, always feel to me like they contain a sense of something magical; something I can't quite define. 

Magic is just science that hasn't been explained yet.




Terra Kate





















  C-nad


Oh, crap... that's...... ... that's a Skyrim screenshot isn't it... 
Darn these epic video games inspiring me to have an epic life I don't have!!!

Actually, bless these video games and these woods for inspiring me to have  a more epic life.  Why not?