Travelers far and wide come together on a level playing field: a new terrain. Each of them bringing their own remnants of home, their own versions of building fires. When you place these characters together and witness what they build together, something magical begins to happen.
I am in this precarious balance between wanting to make things happen at a breakneck pace and surrendering to the mysteries of the Universe and allowing opportunities to naturally rise. I remind myself that the Universe isn't in a rush...only my mind makes me think I am. Maybe being back in the city that never sleeps has an affect on my mindset. The rush to get from Point A to Point B...like a jackhammer to the road.