home again

It is good to be home again. Grounded in this beautiful green place with the touch of my beloved and my boys. It is good to remember that home is here. A great holiness and connection with the green world and my family and friends who knowme and love me.

It is good to go into the world and see faces and people and smile at all that is beyond this small place that I call home. New York City is like every other place that people live, full and vibrant and amazing; dirty, angry and painful. Below are some faces of people I encountered on my walks in the city. Just people, doing their lives, living as best they are able. Ordinariness and holiness abide together. I can find it, I only have to I look.

God is in the third place: the place between us, the dance, the small interchange of money for goods, the smile on the street, the connection of eyes, or a handshake. It is the third place that I experience God. There is alot of God on the streets of NYC.