Love in the time of Covid
Labels: Covid, I love Erin, Life and Love
One woman's journey through life, love and beyond.
"When my body thinks...all my flesh has a soul" - Colette
Labels: Covid, I love Erin, Life and Love
What inspired this was a re-connection with my love, in the flesh, and a ambient song title from today on Amazon Music. . .
Occaisional miracle
It's not an occasional miracle Our love My favorite journey Is finding my way Back to you It’s not the “I love yous” That pepper the space Between us Some caught Some left hanging It’s not the shared knowledge Our love My favorite journey Is finding my way Back to you It’s not the dark nights Lonely, yet together Between us Some needed Some,more painful It’s not the occasional miracle This love My favorite journey Is finding my way Back to us
I am going to leave you with this tonight, prior to retiring for the evening.
Ghosts of New York’s Glamorous Past Haunt an Empty Pub
An article from the New York Times about The Stork Club came across my feed earlier. It reminded me of times from a bygone era. When people would really get all dressed up and go out to see and be seen. It also reminded me of how things die when they need to, perhaps because they've outlived their purpose, or their lack of understanding of how they need to change to embrace a new paradigm that ultimately leads to their demise.
I never knew the history of this club. I am always fascinated by the history of social clubs and society in general (as most of you know). I became nostalgic, not for those times that were filled with racist attitudes and practices, but for New York and for going out and hanging with friends in swanky places, or not so swanky places, drinking, smoking, dancing and romancing. I also became wistful, missing my parents and how they would have done this in their day, with their friends, in their places (that they could afford to frequent) in Pittsburgh, PA.
And as for the writing bit - how cool would it have been to be a 'blogger'/social commentator of that time - yet not for the 'standard white privileged set', but for the cutting edge, the progressive, all inclusive. anti-racist set of people who needed and still need to be part of the fabric of culture/art/everything hip.
Labels: History, New York Times, Racism, Society, The Stork Club, Writing
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