My first day in New York City was spent almost entirely in silence. As I drove to the Apt in Chelsea I'm staying at, or as I walked to the West side Highway taking everything in, it felt as if my mind couldn't hold on to one particular thought,
I marveled at the impromptu culture that snuck up on me. At one point I walked past a street vendor who was kneeling on a prayer mat practicing his faith on the sidewalk . I stood out over the Hudson saw the statue of liberty and the mecca of man made inginuity that surrounded it and felt the city, the atmosphere, the energy rush into me.
How I can stand in the middle of all that industry and have the first word that pops in my head be 'organic' I do not know but that was exactly what I thought. Millions of people came here, saw the land and thought 'home'. They built there lives on the shores of a country that promised endless possibility. Our country beckoned new comers screaming 'If you have the will to fight for your dreams we have the means to offer them to you' and they came in droves. Settlers carved there piece of the pie out of dirt, sand and stone and the result is the buzzing alive city I sit in today.
There is a very distinct energy in the air, the kind of energy you can't describe, it has to be experienced to be understood. I felt alive, I felt at peace and I felt a flutter all at the same time. I took a breath and realized that I am now part of the legacy of dream catchers this city is populated with. People who left there homes with nothing but a few belongings and hope and fought to achieve there wildest dreams and now I am apart of that.
I am now A New York Dream Catcher and I am proud to be."
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