i went into manhattan for about 3 1/2 hours....

i went into Manhattan today.  i had three clients today interested in treatment and i was up for it.  i woke up and left my house by 8am.  my first client wasn't until 11am but i had no idea how long it would take me to get into the city and what it would be like when i got there.  it was such a weird experience since im used to going into the city everyday.  i took a short bus ride up the slope to the top of the park and walked past the Brooklyn museum to catch a 4 train going local only across Brooklyn to Jay street.  i had heard massive horror stories of thousands of people waiting for hours outside of the Barclay center so i  decided even though it was closer to bypass it all together.  once underground all the gates into the subway were just standing wide open and people could come and go as they pleased.  i tried to ask the MTA ladies in the booth a few questions but they were annoyed by merely having to acknowledge me.  glad to know somethings never change.  the train came in about 5 minutes and was on schedule.  it wasn't too crowded and people were minimally angry.  once above ground i was ushered through downtown Brooklyn into a line spanning three or four city blocks.  people were confused but marginally passive and i was shocked at how long the line was but pleasant about how fast it was moving.  but at one point the police control became vastly outnumbered by the people exiting the trains and all the lines started to dissolve.  The cops looked a little scared and people started to rush the buses. Luckily,  I managed to avoid too much confusion and just tried to practice patience and compassion.  Once on the bus it was really crowded.  People were pushing and shoving,  were all in the same boat I thought.  Although i was on a shuttle marked F which is a train that goes up 6th avenue we made it over the Manhattan bridge and started trucking up 3rd Avenue. It didnt take quite as long as expected,  a little less than two hours compared to the 4h hours i had heard about the day before.  Once off I walked 10 blocks south past  Union Square and down Broadway to my studio.

It wasnt deserted,  there were people everywhere.  I saw people trying to make deliveries,  people were riding around on their bikes, but Union Square was filled with large white ConEd trucks and cops and there were generators everywhere and wires running off into buildings and all you could really hear were motors running.  Some places were open, there were little bodega's boasting warm coffee and bagels.  I saw pizza joints making pizza on brick ovens and at this point it was nearing 10am.  I finally got to 11th street and my office was still dark and closed.  Next door though,  was an acupuncture center called YinOva and I had heard that they had been open though the storm and treating people in candlelight.

They were in fact open,  boasting a little sign and I walked in to a room full of people laughing and smiling.  I asked if I could maybe use their entrance to access my building and if they wouldn't mind me using their entrance throughout the day to treat my clients.  They said they had been letting in some folks,  but since security had been walking through the building and kicking everyone out,  but then Jill Blakeway,  one of the directors of the center said simply that 'electricity wasn't needed for our kind of healing,  that it had been around for a lot longer than that" and she offered me a space in her center to use for as long as I wanted free of charge.  She led me through a long beautiful space, lit in candlelight into a large room in the back with big windows and lots of sunlight.  I was a little overwhelmed by her generosity.  I put down my oils and thanked her and went outside to call my clients.  On the way out we passed by a little altar with snacks and coffee and tea.  People coming in had brought them food and she offered it all to me.  She had known me for about 5 minutes.  Walking back out onto Broadway my phone,  which is shady in the first place was not acclimating to the hurricane service of downtown very well.  The frustration I felt walking around the village for 45 minutes trying to find service made me realize how insane it must be to be experiencing this for going on 6 days.  I finally found a signal and called my clients who all decided to not come downtown for the afternoon after all. Ok I said,  it was understandable but I was a little sad to not be able to experience the amazing energy of working at the YinOva.

It was around 11am and I wandered back down to the buses and rode them back into Brooklyn and to my house.  I was in Manhattan for less than 4 hours.  The center was its own beacon of light in the center of a dark town.  When I walked out I thanked them for everything,  for being there for the offerings for the love and smiles and for staying grounded when everything is uncertain.  They were very inspiring.