In New York for only two nights I feel the anxiety of not taking part in all that there is to enjoy in this city that is so very, very up.
Working myself into a frenzy not knowing what impulse to follow I realise: There are about 1100 happening, at this moment that I want to be a part of.
If I chose one of those things, I would still not be doing the 1099 other things.
And I relax, letting it all go. Staying in the garden I am at for a while.
Allowing myself to enjoy this patch of green grass. And not the countless others over the wall.