Destinations on the Happiness Road

photo courtesy of Jessica Osborne Stafsnes

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Rosamund calls New York City a "vibrant city." She should know about cities. I've seen her mention London, Vienna, Paris, and San Francisco. What strikes me about New York City is the quiet places, the unexpected suddenly-come-upon tranquil spaces: a meditation pool inside the Frick Collection; the necklace of gardens on Roosevelt Island; the Shakespeare quotations in Central Park; a street of cottages at City Island; the bench at the Statue of Liberty. Perhaps the contrast is part of the vibrancy. If it were all noise, there would be sensory overload. Even the Ring Cycle needs an intermission. This posting is short as tomorrow I will be boarding the Carolinian, Train #80. My next post might be about the newest special contemplative spot I have discovered. Or it might be about the difference in lodgings between the Shire and the Treehouse. It might very well be about Ivan Ivanovich, the hurricane cat. Who knows where the roads goes? For certain, it always goes ahead.

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...may the blessings of the Irish greeting about the road rising up to meet you and God keeping you in the palm of His hand be yours...