I Used to Think…

…it was all about me until I looked up.  I remember it clearly like it was yesterday.  I used to drive a cab in New York back in the 70’s.  My vision was always street level.  I rarely looked up.  Then one day, I was on Chambers Street heading for the Brooklyn Bridge.  For some reason, maybe it was the books I was reading at the time, I gazed up.  It was as if the sky opened a thousand doors at once.  My survival instincts made room for something much more…something grand and ordinarily exquisite.  Later I learned that a phenomena known as "opening your heart" had occured.  Bittersweet tears became my companion.  It was not to be confused with sentimentality….it was the knowing of something more…something beyond me but connected to me at the same time.  Oh sure, I forget about this all the time, but it always occurs again.  My friend Carolyn calls it the magic…the chord that connects the whole thing…sometimes it is referred to as
the Big Enchilada…perhaps that is what beckoned me to Mexico…hmmmmm