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04.30.2012: Rockabye….in Brooklyn

tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
I sing

Brooklyn:

What can I say about Brooklyn? I’ll start with, that semi-large borough that I was born in, brought up in and thrive in at this moment. I am one of few people nowadays who actually seemed to have stemmed from such an eclectic part of this country.  Brimming with local artists, community gardens, tree-lined streets and cafes, bars like 61 Local that have Kombucha on tap and introduces other local businesses to the masses.  I miss when I spend most of my work days in the fast paced hustle of Manhattan. Brooklyn is electric, eclectic and I simply adore spending my weekends there. I soak in the delight of the neighborhoods and currently, ride my bike watching the blurred scenery pass me by.

when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
i sing

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me
rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye till i’m fast asleep

The past week had passed rather quickly as time usually does. On Tuesday, I went to yoga at Jivamukti, my favorite yoga studio in New York City. I truly have tried many and this one just so happens to be the only one I find is progressive enough for what i find I want my yoga experience to be. They also are a vegan yoga school, who support Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, so that makes my decision an easier one for me to routinely go to.

In class, I met our teacher, Chris. He was amazing, instructing us in some positions that I hadn’t taken part in and or his soothing voice introduced us to take part in positions I just hadn’t thought of returning to in quite a while. During the head stand, in which I was unfortunately having trouble bringing myself into after so long of not taking part in such a pose, Chris helped position me and left me, standing on my head for a little while. The blood rushing to my head and my thoughts clearing, I felt rejuvenated when I returned to upward dog.

After the class, we lay in a fetal position and then flat on our (sometimes aching backs) Om’ing and meditating to the sound of serene chanting music. I enjoy this spiritual awakening every time I participate in it and maybe it’s because I was raised as a child of hippies, Om’ing in a field along with 4,000 others, creating a serene musical experience.

the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
i can feel the rattle
riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstile
he paid for his ride
i am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
i left her at the epicenter
we were trembling dutifully
i left him too
i left parts of me
singing…

Last weekend, my friend Dania came from the Bronx and we decided to go to the newly re-opened, VSpot. I ordered the Vegan Eggplant Parmesan, which I admit: I enjoyed every bit of. I had to beg the waitress to take some away because I didn’t want to overeat and Danny, the owner and a good friend of mine: brought me over a birthday mimosa. Our experience was delightful and as always, I will be returning to VSpot.

After dinner, we decided to do some shopping and stopped into Beacons Closet, just as they were closing and then heading on over to Target. I was dressed in a Nautical theme:

Sailboat maxi skirt: 1970s: Beacons closet: $15.00. 70s Sailboat skirt: Beacons closet: $15.00, Vintage retro shoes.

After shopping, Dania wanted to try some Kombucha on tap at a local bar on the way to the movie theater in Cobble Hill, but we decided to spend time in Barnes & Noble, have some tea and rant & rave.

As I previously mentioned: the week went by quickly. I volunteered at a small rescue for a few hours, I helped co-write a new song and stayed up till the wee hours working on the Artists way, gave in and finally decided on getting eye contacts which I finally have been able to grasp the routine of! and, sadly, my roommate Daniel, left us and moved to Paris, to become a head chef in a new vegan restaurant. (Happy for you, Daniel!)

i said today i am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I’m in love with your memory already
everything I’ve seen and heard
and i will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rhythm
of everywhere i have been
it sounds like

Saturday:

My lovely friend, Abby held a clothing swap at her apartment in which about 15 girls, besides myself, attended. (We literally had about 20 large bags of clothes piled up on top of each other) and we played the normal clothing swap games; First person to raise their hands, gets the piece of clothing and or jewelery. This time, I picked up quite a few items from Abby (including an amazing dress I am currently wearing with little elephants on it!) a Bob Marley shirt I have already worn twice since Saturday and a few pairs of jeans that I needed. Basically, after trying everything on: all 15 girls went home with some memories and a whole new wardrobe. After the swap, Jacquelyn and I stuck around and  helped Abby pick up while sipping on champagne & wine and at about 10:30, we decided to order a vegan gluten-free pizza from Pizza Plus.

Check out Kristy’s new blog: http://heyimkristy.blogspot.com/ for more details on the swap.

Sunday:

Abby and I planned on taking 3 large bags of clothes from the swap to Long Island to donate to Food not Bombs, a  food share that happens on Sundays all over New York State. We are trying to go there to volunteer about once a month and always feel wonderful after.

At 11:30, I arrived at Abby’s house and we went to have a delightful brunch before driving out to Long Island. About an hour later, of talking, we arrived at the Food share in Hempstead and started working on the produce line just as soon as we arrived. I am always amazed at what we end up giving out: but pleased that Food not Bombs is a vegan food share and everything we hand out happens to not contain ANY animal-by products.

We were handing out basil plants, bananas, potatoes, all sorts of other fruits and veggies. Jon Stepanian, a personal hero and good friend of mine, keeps everything under control and dedicates his time and money to projects like this one. In fact, on May 19th, he will be running 50 miles on Long Island to raise money for his own Non-profit Community Solidarity.

Every time we go there: we are amazed at how many other volunteers there are, taking part in such a good cause. We had a good time while encouraging each other to open our hearts and souls and help…

The ongoing word and joke of the day was: Similac. Ha!

After the food share we now have a tradition of heading over to our favorite Italian restaurant in the tri-state area: 3 Brothers Pizza Cafe, where Abby and I share a delightful vegan greek salad and each order Tempeh Marsala with spinach. And we watch as the two Jon’s traditionally with us, devour calzones and pizzas.

We were in heaven…

tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn.

When we got back to Brooklyn, Jacquelyn rang me up and told me about a n ice piece of furniture she found and we brought it in last night, placing it in our living room and admiring its antique features.

All is well for a Sunday night as I tried to organize my new wardrobe of clothes and sleep.

Of course, I stayed up half the night with a poem in mind. Scribbling it down into a notebook I have placed under my pillow.

02.19.12: And you say it’s your birthday..but mine is everyday.

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

This weekend has been one of those epic weekends where Friday & Saturday were both the birthday parties of my friend’s: Carol & Jacquelyn.

On Friday I purchased http://www.modpoddaily.com so it’s easy for you all to get here.

After work, my momma-to-be friend Robyn and I went vintage shopping at Hamlet’s Vintage in the West Village, one of my favorite local-to-my-job stops (just a bit dangerous for those lunch breaks that I need some retail therapy..) and I came out with 3 dresses that I was told I couldn’t live without here is just a picture of one:

Nautical Vintage Lanz Dress, 60s.

We purchased a cute gift for Carol, a hand painted 60s Hawaiian bag with the scene of the ocean & palm trees. Carol loves blue and we instantly knew this was the gift for her. 🙂 But of course, it led me to the three dresses!

We went to Sacred Chow for dinner…I really won’t go into it, but at least my soup was good.

But, in the end, the night turned out to be another memorable one. I was surprised with one of my favorite meals from Rice in Brooklyn of black rice with edamame & vegetarian (vegan) spicy “meat”balls and chocolate. This was what I’ll just title the first day of my life while again falling asleep to the cities lights…just..simply…beautiful. I never take anything for granted as I never forget….

Saturday.

Waking up to a glorious sunny day in New York City while the sun rose over the East River and I marveled at the magic of mornings like this one. I calculated my plans for the day after a lovely cup of coffee and learned a few facts about coffee  from some cards…:) (I am a coffee pupil).


Jacquelyn’s birthday…

Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party

Birthday kiss!

I chose a Vaute Couture dress that I had won at Joshua Katcher’s birthday (One of few Vaute Couture Dresses!) and purple tights with knee high black combat boots and a 80’s parka. And the lovely birthday girl wore a beautiful retro 50s golden dress with a bow sash.. she looked beautiful with her rouged lips, curled hair and loving smile.

We had reservations for John’s on 12th Street, an Italian restaurant that has been around for quite a while in the East Village. John Lennon and numerous other icon’s have went there for their food. A bit over a year ago, they started making vegan dishes and prepared a special vegan menu because Mike, one of the two owners realized that this was a great idea to bring in more customers, as well as the food is delicious. So what happens next there is no reflection on the restaurant itself…..

Needless to say, my friends and I had a feast the second day the menu came out and tried everything we can.

Last night: I had the Polenta with Portobello Mushrooms and Gluten Free Pasta. Though, I definitely ate a bite of something with gluten because by 11, I was drunken with sickness  and by 11:30 had to go home, sadly leaving Jacquelyn’s party at Beauty Bar. I was happy I was there to celebrate with Jacquelyn and our friends as I also was able to finally meet Jacquelyn’s interesting and gracious father.

Treasures of my heart (and yes those are bunnies on my dress)....Jacquelyn & Abby

Entangled.

Sunday.

I awoke to a horrible pain in my stomach, knowing this was from gluten I knew I needed water stat and tea. Daniel, my gracious roommate made me tea and instructed me back to bed where I slept for most of the day. I awoke feeling a little dazed but fine enough to approach the outdoors again and made plans with my friend Sam, someone I respect and adore so very much. She & I are always honest with each other regarding advice but also just have fun where ever we go. I recommended the new vegan restaurant that had opened up to the locals in Brooklyn, Maimonide.

I relaxed a bit more, taking my time and starting to type out this blog post, speak to a few good friends of mine on chats and getting ready to finally, start the day or early evening to meet up with Sam. Jacquelyn came home and I grabbed a dozen of her delicious birthday mini cupcakes to take with me to Sam for desert and some I planned to share with the staff at this new restaurant.

60s Lanz Sailor Dress, 60s mod scarf

Vintage Dior 60s Blazer: Screaming Mimi's purchased 5 years ago.

I arrived at Maimonide quite pleased with its large communal tables and serene atmosphere, with a modern Brooklyn appeal and large painted Brooklyn Bridge on the wall. On one side of the restaurant the walls are re with glossy tablets that people can write what they are thinking and I wrote out a quote by Anais Nin, as well as my own poetry dedicated to friendships and the beauty of local restaurants with communal tables to meet new friends or thrive with old ones.  The other wall just so happened to be exposed brick, this too, I love.

Poetic words and art by locals...

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – Anais Nin…

Our waiter, Ara, was so very nice and explained the menu to Sam & I in deep detail as we both chose the same dish: Corn Soup and a Gluten Free Pizza/Sandwich that had Portobello mushrooms and horseradish on it. (I had to make up for the glutenous mushrooms the night before)….and a coffee that was continuously refilled by Ara with constant refills of Almond Milk whilst Sam and I gabbed over our delicious food. I ended up sharing my cupcakes with the staff & Samantha. I have to say, their business cards are those paper fortune tellers that we all made in Elementary School where you guess the color and then the fortune and they give you a comic book as you enter and this gets better: they have Pacman + 59 other uploaded 80s video games with a coin free machine. This just so happens to be my new favorite restaurant dedicated to the locals in Brooklyn who want a Vegan/Vegetarian meal with some fun. 🙂 And I will be sure to return to their brunch during the weekend in which they showcase local dj’s and soon singer/songwriters which also just so happens to be a genre of music I can;t live without.

I went home early: happy with my experience, the time I shared with my friend and the friendly staff of my new favorite restaurant. And now I sit, relaxing with a glass of red wine, something I only have started to drink recently, once again. Listening to soft music stream  from my laptop and the affectionate foster cat, Tricia curled into a furry ball on my bed looking perfectly at peace and typing the conclusion to my blog entry for the evening.

I fantasize of simple surprises that may happen….

And, I finally give in…

to anything that comes my way.

Life, throw your best shot..

for I am able to handle you and your incredible successes and fails…

For I am at peace with fate.

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