New York City Vibes

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hrough countless movies, TV shows, and reading. I like to feel that it is enough. I get the vibe. But I just don’t know if I can step in front of the cross hairs. I don’t know if I actually want to be there.</p><p id="9d00">I feel that way about so many cities in America. Do I really want to expose myself to the radioactive-like vibes?</p><p id="0ba6">I’ve been there and I know. The vibes can be so intoxicating. The energy is so <b>HOT</b>! Yeah, baby.</p><p id="a77f">But the vibes are so strong that they drown out soothing and satisfying vibes from Mother Gaia. They are all at fever pitch. There is a prevailing dissonance that turns us into Pavlovian dogs.</p><p id="1b9f">When I sense those disparate and dystopian vibes I turn in a different direction. I head for Mama. I head for the solace of non-digital reality. I head for the door that opens to something even grander. I head for the pine-scented wave of air flowing down a mountain valley with an olfactory mission of intense purpose.</p><p id="94c8">What does it all smell like? Isn’t this one of the questions we might constantly be asking of ourse

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lves? Can we trust our nose? Can we trust our heart?</p><p id="7faa">Can we trust our guidance to lead us home? And is home really where we want to go? Can it be possible that home is where we already are but we have not yet been able to feel what ‘being home’ is all about?</p><p id="dda7">Can we feel ourselves home? Can we ever<b> BE</b> home? Is it our decision to make?</p><p id="06ea"><i>Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.</i></p><p id="a2fc"><i>Check out my archive index of everything I’ve written on Med***…</i></p><div id="f0c6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"> <div> <div> <h2>White Feather Archive Index</h2> <div><h3>All my stuff in one place</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*wwCXtirW6SXNe_qzjBlZfg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Feeling at home? What do you smell?

Source — (Pixabay)

The only time I have been in New York City is while I was still inside my mama’s belly. Conceived in Europe, I snuck into this country in vitro. Hiding, under cover of mama’s body, I went through Ellis Island for the most part undetected.

I used to kid my older brother about the fact that since he was born in Europe (NOT as an American citizen) that he was not eligible to run for president of the U. S. A. like I was since I was born an American citizen on American soil. I could run for president but he could not! Nanner, nanner, nanner.

Like I would be so foolish as to run for president!

I have been spared from such a horrific destiny.

I have experienced New York City through countless movies, TV shows, and reading. I like to feel that it is enough. I get the vibe. But I just don’t know if I can step in front of the cross hairs. I don’t know if I actually want to be there.

I feel that way about so many cities in America. Do I really want to expose myself to the radioactive-like vibes?

I’ve been there and I know. The vibes can be so intoxicating. The energy is so HOT! Yeah, baby.

But the vibes are so strong that they drown out soothing and satisfying vibes from Mother Gaia. They are all at fever pitch. There is a prevailing dissonance that turns us into Pavlovian dogs.

When I sense those disparate and dystopian vibes I turn in a different direction. I head for Mama. I head for the solace of non-digital reality. I head for the door that opens to something even grander. I head for the pine-scented wave of air flowing down a mountain valley with an olfactory mission of intense purpose.

What does it all smell like? Isn’t this one of the questions we might constantly be asking of ourselves? Can we trust our nose? Can we trust our heart?

Can we trust our guidance to lead us home? And is home really where we want to go? Can it be possible that home is where we already are but we have not yet been able to feel what ‘being home’ is all about?

Can we feel ourselves home? Can we ever BE home? Is it our decision to make?

Check out my archive index of everything I’ve written on Med***…