telling everything

I consider this place home in many ways. Here I can share my words, thoughts and feelings. We are all gypsies on a journey… in the world, in our hearts and souls. A little piece of my story is a little piece of yours… like a deck of weathered old cards, a collection of faces, with different meanings, times and messages. I want to tell it all, the dark and the light… every facet of how I see it and feel it. I want to share my stories… and I want to know yours.

Who are the characters that dance in the play of your life? What chapter are you writing, right now? There is something that is unfolding in front of you as you read this, something that is calling to you, something that you are drawing to you. Everything has meaning, every second is filled with magic. Don’t lose those serendipitous moments… don’t ever stop dreaming because when you do… you lose it all. Our dreams are how the universe knows what to give us.

In every great story, there is tension, conflict, and climax. One thing leads to the next, as layers and layers build on each other. What direction are you going in now? Be mindful of everything… read between the lines even. You never know when you will truly stumble upon your dreaming. So please keep following your adventure, with wide eyed wonder and commitment to everything that feels exhilarating.

Never let yourself miss out on a great adventure… those are what lead to the most spell binding, page turning stories. This moment right now is a piece to your legacy, something that will grow into a powerful collection of myths and memories. Tell it all to the world… more importantly, live it all. Fall in love every chance you get, walk down the crooked roads, take the slow rides and say everything that you want to say.

I can’t stop smiling, dreaming and dancing with all the wonderful things I am finding here in New York City. There are memories wrapping around me like soft, silk velvet… they are layering over me becoming a part of my being. I know that this is a place that will lead me to my wild and crazy dreams.

One night is enough… to carry on the feeling. A living, breathing memory. A winter night… I felt beautiful under your light… the soft glow of your touch will hang onto every part of me… This is a part of my New York City… -Shaheen Miro 

With love… to the gypsies…

Shaheen

© Shaheen Miro 116/2011

changing, again

The constant and reoccurring things in life become our teachers. Sometimes subtle and sometimes shuttering, the message works hard to get through to us. We have stubborn minds, and closed hearts. We ignore what we see in front of us, until the message is screaming. Be still and listen.

Treading cautious at the heels of change and the future. When it seems too clouded in mystery we grow fearful, we lock ourselves away. Embrace the ride. Know that it’s time to let go of something. I see the cycles in my own life, how I outgrow one thing in order to embrace another. Sometimes I fight it… but the change will come sooner or later.

Close your eyes, and open your heart. Listen to what is being whispered in the winds of change. Lift up your wings and set out on those winds. The wind can be crazy, especially if you fight it, but you can glide with ease by trusting. There is no reason our hearts and minds have to fight the change. It is our nature to metamorphosis.

This big city is filled with lights, and stars, and hopes and fears. It is a huge womb, dark and encompassing. It’s walls confine and protect, cultivate and transmute. Here is a place where I can change. Now is a time when we are all changing, again.

-Shaheen

 

© Shaheen Miro 1/12/2012

new york dreaming

It’s a dream. That’s what this is here, New York City. I dreamt it long before, sometime toward the end of high school, I found myself wondering the streets of this concrete jungle thinking, “This is home!” I never thought I would be back here so fast… Living, breathing, and creating.

There is a hum that lives in everything here, the walls, and the streets… the people. The hum of a warm engine, a ticking time bomb, or a soft, baby kitten. Some people are cold and harsh and others are bright and open… regardless they all move fast. The thing I love about this city is that in the fast pace of it all, an in-between place exists where anything can happen… that’s where I dream.

There are things that can be a little unfavorable, such as a stampede of people at lunchtime, practically running you over, or wondering upon a puff of toxic, stench during your evening stroll for dinner… but with the good comes the sour. It’s like that in all cities. Some say you can’t see the stars, but I see them in millions of passing faces. Some say there is never peace, but I find it in the lively conversations of elderly couples on the streets. There is magic here.

I love my job. I enjoy the people I work with and the environment. Everyone is funny and positive. There is a general sense of wellbeing there. Good natured and positive intentions. I feel relaxed at work… a contrast from my previous internship. There is less creativity involved… but you know I bring a little color wherever I go.

New York city is teaching me that there is an opportunity wherever you look. Opportunities come to those who seek them out. It’s not necessarily where you are, but what you are putting out there… here there are so many wavelengths to ride on. There is something for everyone. I will keep that with me. That knowing.

My third day here, I met Patti Smith. She is a rock legend, a poet and a powerhouse of moody and evocative feelings. I felt like another muse had come down to whisper in my ear. There is something mystical about meeting the faeries of the rock and roll other world… Stevie Nicks in London, Patti Smith in New York City.  To say the lease… I was moved!

My spirit has been calling out to touch and taste something exotic. I want to consume books, images, people… I want to take in all the sights, etching them into my psyche. I see faces in the streets and I want to tell their stories. I want to tell my story. Here is the start of an amazing journey. I continue to transform… I am in a constant state of Alchemy (we all are).

New York City is a huge light, a candle burning, attracting spirits in pursuit of dreams. Sometimes it is intimidating, you feel like you are drowning in a sea of a million other lights… they shine, they beg to be seen and they disappear into the pool of nothing, everything, anything. You have to be like water here… and just go with the flow. There is no room for rigidity or fear… those are the things that break you. Those are the things that snuff your light all together. I say this as I stand at the threshold. I pray for the strength to hold tight… to continue to shine.

To the Gypsies… with love always

Shaheen

© Shaheen Miro 1/11/2012

dancing with the unknown

This strange and sinking feeling as come over me tonight. It bubbles up from the deep. It settles into me in this empty room. Dismantling my sacred space has been hard to stomach. Knowing that I will leave the magic that lives here is hard to deal with, though I know that the next thing will be moving and amazing… and time will fly by.

My anticipation, my excitement and fears are swirling around me. They cling tightly, like a velvet cloak in the wildness of the wind. I touch them to my face, eyes closed, listening attentively. What last message do you have for me? What can you say before I cast myself into the unknown?

I count my memories and blessings by candlelight. I send love to the next step over a warm cup of tea. These last few nights I have been gentle with my spirit… tacking in each step and breath… preserving it safely for when I need it most.

The big, looming beast, New York City is waiting for me. She shall be my teacher and lover. Though I don’t know what is next there… what that city holds for me, I am ready for it. I am excited to have another chance to grow and to be inspired. I want to take in every moment… one step closer to my dreams!

© Shaheen Miro 12/30/2011