ONE day after returning from New Orleans, one of the most important places in my life; ONE day after returning from a trip I thought was wonderful, but not significant in a life-altering way; ONE day after the official start of fall, my season of discontent, I realize how meaningful my trip actually was.
New Orleans has been there for me through everything in my adult life. I’ve been to the city with one person from every important time in my life. High school, college, graduate school, partners. It has witnessed my dramatic transformation through my twenties, and I its continuous recovery.
Being in a place with so much meaning to my heart, my intuition was in full force and I began to communicate with my memories and my body in ways that have been unavailable to me in the past year due in part to my rejection of my emotions and my unwillingness to process anything.
As I was speaking to someone today about my experience, she told me that she could sense the spirit within me as I spoke, as I welcomed revelation after revelation, as I began to make the infinite connections that give every experience meaningful.
I’ve never had such physical manifestations of visions and foresight before in my life.
I am blown away.
Breakfast in the East Village, shopping spree in SoHo, dinner in UWS. I still take pride in knowing where all of the optimal bathrooms are in SoHo—because I used to be an idiot and went shopping every other day on an intern’s salary.