Love can arrive in unexpected ways.
On the mat I find love in every drop of sweat that rides my breath. Every movement holds a physical or emotional memory that releases love in one way or another. The scent of Nag Champa incense makes me smile & adds to the feelings of love while it transports me to places where love reigns.
Today, I am in a converted warehouse coffee shop waiting to meet an artist to discuss a logo design. Sitting here, amid the daytime activities of those around me, I am “on my mat” being transported and feeling the love.
I love this place.
It has a small town vibe and isn’t very crowded, but it also feels charged with creativity and possibility. Pockets of people discussing projects and fleshing out details, while individuals occupy corners, reading the NY Times, rocking babies in strollers or typing away at their laptops. There’s a writer talking to her editor about wanting her chapters to flow into one another without the reader getting attached to any character or action (love how she explained it) and a group of men, who look like web designers from the dot com years but are really discussing green building construction projects. I love the energy generated by brains storming with ideas on the road to fruition.
Conversations cross over tables and aisles when locals recognize each other or strangers feel inspired to start chatting. The door opens and in comes in a hooded man bringing in the cold breeze he’s shielding himself from, followed by a professional looking lady who gets her coffee to go. A woman in a wheelchair navigates the space with ease and her smile invites others to join in the exchange of words and ideas.
The neighborhood feeling is inescapable.
Then there’s me, drinking my coffee and eating my pastry, waiting to meet an artist to discuss my logo. But I’m early by a good twenty minutes. Before he arrives it’s just me, notebook still tucked in my bag, listening and observing the surrounding activities. This is one of the things I miss from living in Manhattan. Not just everyday, pedestrian eavesdropping, but ears perking to words worthy of attention.
While I’m waiting for my interesting creative meeting to begin, the space has thinned out, leaving the funkiness of the place and beat of the music to fill the air. That, and the anticipation of what’s to come.
This is much the same as the feeling of falling in love.
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What I would give to have been sitting with you, sharing that pastry and giggling with you! You paint such a picture, I can see the place, and my toes tap to the music.
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