(photograph courtesy of Elizabeth Ashley. Taken in Key West, Florida March 2010).
So recently, when I walk , I have been doing this off the wall thing where I look down at my feet as I walk, and then I wonder of all the people, animals and objects that passed through the place that I am in that moment.
I do not know why I do it, but I have been very inquisitive lately. I suppose it could be because I have been reading a lot of literature surrounding the Elizabethan Era. I am obsessed with human history. How did we get where we are today? How were humans able to face to the hardships they were slapped with? Without technology, certani sciences, maths, transportation etc humans from the past were able to successfully make it through the years.
As I walk down the busy New York streets I think of all the people that walked the same pavements as I have. The seven year boy minors back in the 20s who would work 22 hours a day to their deaths. The financial wall street men who sit behind their desks all day, the nannies, the maids, the seamstresses, the deliver men, the starving artists like myself. Mothers, daughters, sisters, fathers, husbands. Homeless, immigrants etc. So many feet have pressed there shoes down onto the same pavements as I have. Each living a different life. Where do their footprints take them?
I wish I could see into the past to view the way life was lived before my time. To smell the smells, see the way people carried themselves. Where they in as a rush as people are today?
What was it like to smell the city air?Was the street filled with trash here and there?
The city streets clearly were less crammed, minus the taxi cabs. New York City is ALIVE.
Everywhere you turn there is life.
In the people;buildings;signs;sounds;underneath your feet;the animals roaming...
As I walk each day I think of all the different people who have walked in my footsteps that I will never meet.. People all getting to where they need to be.
Every one takes a step closer to their destination.
I am still taking steps, but every day I take a giant leap closer to where I will be.
2 comments:
this reminds me of "seeker of truth" by e. e. cummings
"seeker of truth
follow no path
all paths lead where
truth is here "
Poetic thought Lizzie, but I remember that everything created by the mind and hands of man will be destroyed and replaced by our Father’s heavenly Kingdom upon this earth some day, the Church teaches. Nothing that U and I create on this earth is eternal except our unrepentant sins and the heavenly eternal treasures that we earn from the Holy Mother Church.
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