I have been stopping off here on the bike ride home from teaching to (gasp) take a bit of time for myself. I lie on the earth, soaking up its energies. Sometimes I gaze up at the sky, daydreaming. Often I listen to the bird concerts. Lately I have been sneezing non-stop. I wonder what it would have been like to look at this same view, up the Hudson River from the northern tip of Manhattan a hundred years ago...two hundred...five hundred...several thousand. Time is relative. Change is fast and slow, both at the same time. Internally and outwardly.
