I arrived Thursday night in Brooklyn, and nearly a week in, I already feel like a changed man. It’s not New York of course, it’s the people I know, and the new people I’ve met, and old friends I’ve connected with. And some very interesting experiences. New York is a vortex, and it sucks me in and spins me around and makes me so dizzy that I have visions.
I’m inspired. Energized. Even without the city’s legendary energy – the empty sidewalks and shuttered stores and at-times-deserted subway platforms notwithstanding – there’s an energy here that feeds me. Or maybe it’s just something I do to myself here. In any case, whatever it is, it works.
I’m on the jitney out to the Hamptons now, Sag Harbor being a regular stop that always does my heart good. The core of my New York crew is there, and I can’t wait to see them, to introduce them to my weekend companion, to swim in the Peconic Bay, the Atlantic ocean, to watch the fireflies, to talk about the magic we all share.
I had a very powerful weekend in, of all places, central New Jersey. All new people, fascinating characters, lots of lessons – and fireflies, though the locals apparently prefer “lightning bugs.” Magic all the same. And a lake. New Jersey is undeservedly maligned; they don’t call it the Garden State for nothing. For someone who grew up in brown-dry California, the lush summers of New Jersey are a revelation. So close to Manhattan, and yet so far. In a good way.
Best of all, my dear, dear love Laura. We met in an acting class in Manhattan eight or so years ago, and we’ve both grown, together, separately, the enormous gap in our years and life experiences bridged with immense love and understanding. Even from a distance, and the connection and the lessons we teach other never cease to amaze me. And now we can chatter and grow nonstop. New York has always been about the people for me, of course, but it’s about some very special people. I will see more of them over the next ten days or so, but I’m already well into it, and thrilled and inspired to be so.
Yes, it’s hot, but it’s summer! That proper English gent Gareth Redfern Shaw and I walked down from Harlem, where I had spent some quality time with another wonderful friend, an actual rock star (and thus, no names please), with a big heart and smile and laugh, and then with Gareth all the way down the West Side, sweating like stevedores, stopping for overpriced lemonades, and laughing the whole way.
I feel as though I’ve lived a month in the last five days, and now I’ve got five days out here in this gorgeous area. Rich people do have good taste. Mostly, it’s time to relax a bit. I need it. I go so fast some times. Things change, and there are some big changes ahead. Yikes.
But I’ve already gotten tremendous clarity about my way forward, clarity I didn’t have even yesterday, though my unconscious was working on it. I’m not ready to share yet, and there will be some serious challenges making this happen. But I know I can do it, and I know why.
Meanwhile, I have a lot of work to get done, and I’ll write more about that soon. The edited manuscript of my forthcoming book, Japan from Anime to Zen (Stone Bridge Press), will arrive at the end of the week, fingers crossed on that – I hope he’s pleased with it.
And an old project, long dormant, a passion project that, when I have a whole crew on board, will blow some minds. Seriously. I have just BEGUN!!! It’s crazy and inspiring and fun as hell.
So good to be here. So excited about my next journey. More soon.