Day Two

We slept in, but made it to the Temple by 10:30 to do an endowment session.  (Picture off church website.)

Jumped on the subway and walked down to South Street Sea Port...

Walking up Maiden Lane (Lane?) to find Zeytunas (lunch). 

Trinity Church graveyard.

Wall Street

One of Kip's favorite streets in Greenwich Village.

After dinner at Tre Giovani's we headed back up towards our hotel, and wandered around the Rockerfeller Center before heading home. 
"When we understand the character of God, and know how to come to Him, he begins to unfold the heavens to us, and to tell us all about it.  When we are ready to come to him, he is ready to come to us."
~ Joseph Smith

I was thinking about this quote the other day, and found myself running into an interesting and companionable idea to it on the wall of a school library, next to a picture of a monarch butterfly.  

"How does one become a butterfly?", she asked. 
"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar." 
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

In the process of coming to a greater understanding of deity we have to want the spiritual progress more than we want certain aspects of our current situation.  And as hard as these steps are to take, I have found that after my own chrysalis' of life, when I am that much more a loft, that letting go of the caterpillar was more rewarding than I ever could have imagined. 


Day One

We land just after dawn in New York

Both of us were very tired, because we didn't sleep, just stayed up all night watching a movie.  Okay, I think I got about twenty minutes.  We were on the plane with the Murry High School Band...you can imagine the noise. 

We took the air train and subway into the city, dropped our luggage off at the hotel, and wandered around for a few hours until we could check in.  We walked from 48th down to 42 (Kip's first time at Grand Central) and headed back up 5th to one of the many Starbucks.   After a cup of hot chocolate we ambled around central park.  

This was the view from our hotel room.  19th floor.  

We took a nap (oh so tired!) and then headed down the street to Ray's Pizza for lunch. 

After lunch we wandered around the streets around the hotel (5th, Park, Lexington, & all the side streets in between. ) and ended up in central park again.  I had always wanted to find the castle, and never did while I was living there, so we found it! 

On the Bow bridge.

It was a beautiful afternoon.  We did a lot of walking and siting, walking and sitting. 

After stopping by the hotel room quickly, and falling asleep for an hour, we got up, headed down to broadway and ate at Stardust (a 50's diner where aspiring actors sing and dance) which was fun.  Afterward we walked on home and hit the sack.  

Stay tuned for Day Two...dun dun dun! 


New York, New York

We had a fantastic time.  It was so pleasant that (without trying) Kip and I totally forgot about work, school, etc.  Not a single thought.  Both of us are comfortable in the city, the pulse gets into your bones, and even now, as I'm glancing out over an empty park and the morning mountains, I can feel the boom boom boom of moving streets inside my rib cage.  It's going to take a while for it to go away.   

To end my first NY post I dedicate this picture to all of my sisters.  May they find joy...and express their opinion about the hair cut. 

Live @ Radio City Music Hall


Easter Expressions Through Art

Each year Easter brings a new slant for me, and I find myself experiencing a particular aspect in more depth then the rest.  This year I found three things stayed with me through out the week proceeding.  The first was actually the birth of Christ.  I suppose having studied Isaiah 53 would be part of the reason.  

"Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? 
 " For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him."

Isaiah 53:1,2

This particular painting is not a classic, and it's actually fairly recent, but I enjoy it because of the lighting.  I also wonder as to the role of the small shepherd.  (Painting by Joseph Brickey)

The image of Christ on the cross is not the prominent one for me at this time of year, not because I don't want to remember the suffering, Isaiah presents that in vivid artistry, but the Joy to be had when death (physical death and spiritual death) was conquered, ever defeated, is incomprehensible.  The final word was Christ rising triumphant from the tomb.   As I contemplate all Easter art, word, painting, music...I find the one that seems most significant at this time is singing.  Aloud and en mass.  So,  these two links paint the perfect Easter picture for me, at least this year, in art. 

Christ The Lord Is Risen Today 


Death, be not proud, though some have called thee 

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ; 

For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, 

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. 


One short sleep past, we wake eternally, 

And Death shall be no more,  Death, thou shalt die. 

- John Donne 


Do Re Mi...A Must See

Alright...it's Monday.  It's a Monday with promise, seeing as how it is spring break for some of us, but it can start out great for everyone!  Here is how it happens. 

1. Read this blog
2. Follow the instructions
3. Which are to go to this address  http://thegreytree.wordpress.com/2009/04/10/why-not/  
4. {It's Airen's} 
5. And watch the you tube video posted there!  
6.  I promise you will enjoy it!  

Happy Spring Day!  


Ode: Intimations of Immortality

My sister reminded me that it was poetry month.  Well.  I wonder who decided April would be the month for poetry?  There is a line somewhere (movie, play?) that indicates that spring makes all men think they are poets, and therefore you get a lot of bad poems.  I can't remember where it's from, but it made me laugh.  I like this one...

Ode: Intimations of Immortality

from Recollections of Early Childhood

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light, 
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it has been of yore;-
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day
The things which I have seen I now can see no more!
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
   Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
   The sunshine is a glorious birth;
   But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.

- William Wordsworth

I remember the first time I felt this sentiment, and it was such a sad thing.  Perhaps part can be reclaimed through effort, but the enchantment of childhood is steward of the other part, and as we move towards a different realm of worry and responsibility and knowledge (sin?) we lose some of the wonderment accompanying the "celestial light" of the world.  Who was the poet (was it Wordsworth himself?) that believed we come from a state of innocence, experience knowledge and sin, and then come out on the other side renewed to a more advanced state of innocence?  So, while we do not return to the original innocence we move forward to the innocence on the other side of life/knowledge/sin.  I believe I would replace the word innocence (it's second use) with purity.  Perhaps as we strive towards purity in this life we reclaim  seeing the world as described.   Innocence, to Knowledge/the Fall, to Purity; purity becomes an innocence by choice, therein comes it's power.  


I Love Knowledge