we never get out
or at least it can feel that way.
living in a borough of one of the greatest cities in the world.... and most of my life is playgrounds, diapers, homework, and dinner.... with a bit of running thrown in..... i can get down on my lack of cultural experiences. between the financials of getting out much less getting a babysitter.......fu'gettaboutit.
or at least it can seem that way.
in the midst of surviving life with three small kids, major surgery, the anniversary of loss.... we have had an uncanny season of cultural opportunities:
a concert.
(that is glenn phillips from toad the wet sprocket.... the band i saw)
a top modern dance company's performance.
(albeit three weeks post-op)
the opera.
(see previous post)
the ballet.
(mind you lincoln center twice in a month.... i have not been once in the six and a half years we have been here).
plus, a small off-off-off (not even near) broadway play.
it is because we have experienced the overly generous kindness of friends that i have gotten to attend some of these functions....plus, go back stage, shake hands with composers and dine in the patron lounge. sometimes i can wonder why on earth i live here. how is this really any different from other urban context? well, in god's funny way of reminding me.... he lavishes me through the love and kindness of others.
my cup runs over.... lord, please don't let it be another seven years before we get to do this again.
living in a borough of one of the greatest cities in the world.... and most of my life is playgrounds, diapers, homework, and dinner.... with a bit of running thrown in..... i can get down on my lack of cultural experiences. between the financials of getting out much less getting a babysitter.......fu'gettaboutit.
or at least it can seem that way.
in the midst of surviving life with three small kids, major surgery, the anniversary of loss.... we have had an uncanny season of cultural opportunities:
a concert.
(that is glenn phillips from toad the wet sprocket.... the band i saw) a top modern dance company's performance.
(albeit three weeks post-op) the opera.
(see previous post)
the ballet.
(mind you lincoln center twice in a month.... i have not been once in the six and a half years we have been here).plus, a small off-off-off (not even near) broadway play.
it is because we have experienced the overly generous kindness of friends that i have gotten to attend some of these functions....plus, go back stage, shake hands with composers and dine in the patron lounge. sometimes i can wonder why on earth i live here. how is this really any different from other urban context? well, in god's funny way of reminding me.... he lavishes me through the love and kindness of others.
my cup runs over.... lord, please don't let it be another seven years before we get to do this again.
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