All For A Cup Of Hot Chocolate ...

After a quiet but uneventful day in The Womb, whimsy was the order of the evening, as we drove to The City in the snow, all for a cup of hot chocolate. Now ... mind you, this wasn't just any hot chocolate. This was the Italian thick hot chocolate at Max Brenner's on Broadway at Union Square. Oh dear god ... it's like a melted brownie in a cup. Heaven. On. Earth.

Driving Broadway all the way down, we ended up parking at BPC, for a walk by the Hudson River, along the Esplanade to the Winter Garden. I hadn't been there in two years, since the Soundscapes concert with the previous Muse, and I quietly noted how far I've come since those dark days of early 2011. Goodness ... how many regenerations have there been since then?!?

Driving North along the West Side, we made one more detour, taking 79th through the big park, to 3rd Avenue, so I could have Papaya King. Just like the whole rest of the city, uptown was dark and quiet, even after the snow had stopped. Once again, all I could think of was how badly I want and need to experience living there, even if it's just for a year.

Every day, I ponder so many possible futures, deciding how to spend my energy, deciding where to place my intention. Every time I go there, The City blots out those other futures, and positions itself at the top of the list. So how to manifest this? What sort of bravery will be required? And how does all of this relate to the Tablet and the Stone? So many questions ...