From the time I was 11 years old I was reading inspirational books. I would read some type of inspirational, motivational, or self-help book everyday and that turned into everyday for about thirty years. For those of you who really believed I was 22, I think I just blew it! When I was very young, I would pack a bag with food and books, strap it to my shoulder and ride my bike or unicycle (believe it or not, Love Story even worked in a circus for a short period of time) to the back of a golf course, where there is a little brook and some trees. I would leave early, stay there for about 7 or 8 hours and lay in the grass while reading and thinking about life. Today, as I write these words to you right now, it is about 42 years later, I am sitting in a park by the Hudson River, which is attached to the Harvest Restaurant, in Hastings-on-the-Hudson, NY. I have a large bag sitting right next to me, with vegan food and cold pressed juice from Juice Generation near where I live in NYC. I also have frozen bottles of water, ice packs for the juice, about 8 inspirational and spiritual books and my iPad that I am writing these words on. No, I did not spend my entire life sitting by water. So much has happened in between and my life really has come full circle. Aside from my heart and soul obviously being attracted to the same inner world as when I was younger, I dont really recognize that boy anymore. Such an amazing and beautiful place to write and it even seems safe. For the most part, everyone seems very mature, laid back and they keep to themselves. Although I probably should not stay until 1 am like I have been, cause there are no lights, its completely dark, you can hear noises, but you cant see a thing! I know, I know, its ok, you can say it; Love Story is crazy! Three nights ago, a party of 12 comes in at about 11:30 pm, Im sure just to keep me company. They have portable, freestanding laser lights, which they so clearly use to see while they roll joints and carve baby powder. hen Betty Crocker come back from her car with pots and pans and starts firing something up; NOT food mind you! My beautiful, sweet and innocent, hand holding and kissing park seems to turn into a crack den with a view at around 11:30 pm! They were very nice and asked if I would join them, but I politely declined; A little too hard core for me and they are doing this right out in the opened, although the closest normal street is about a half a mile away! Thankfully, this party of 12 thing turned out to be an anomaly and my peaceful park returned the next day. Writing for 3 hours a day is ok, but something amazing happens after 7 hours! We have this powerful and fast moving river inside of us and it cant wait for us to dive in head first. Whether you call it the zone or a peak flow state, it is just waiting for you to empty your heart into it. ~~Love Story~~ written by Love Story 07-18-2014 @ 2:13 am
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 06:13:46 +0000
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