it seems as we emerge from events of the last few months, we are all moving more independently of each other. perhaps it's the onset of spring, or a need or desire to reestablish our own identities. identities which are not rooted in being patient or caregiver, roles that we probably have a modicum of resentment for. the will to escape that now propels us further into our own reemergence - as people, professionals, parents.
along these lines, i play hookie all day. i am fortunate to attend an intimate gathering at the united nations, where we have lunch overlooking the east river and hear the consular representative to rwanda speak about rebuilding that country. his frank and honest description of despair and hope leave him emotional at the podium. anne, the woman who is the genesis (genius?) behind the program that i am working on in africa is also in attendance at this intimate gathering, and she too speaks about her goals and vision for the youth of rwamagana and the country as a whole. all in all, a very inspiring and stimulating afternoon.
it is a glorious spring day in new york city, and i stroll along fifth avenue - no email, no phone, just new york and i. i put everything else outside of me - and just focus on this great feeling. i catch a french movie mid-afternoon at the sumptuous paris theater - what could be better - and when i retract myself from the cinema at 6:15 it is still light out. the streets are filled with italian families who have flown over on the cheap to celebrate their 'easter break' and shop with their strong euros. i make my way to the museum of modern art, where i am attending a wine and cheese reception sponsored by carleton university. i sip chardonnay and munch on goat cheese, overlooking the spectacular sculpture garden of this venerable institution. this too is an intimate gathering, only ten people, so it's like being a kid in a candy store. we are treated to a selection of five canadian short films in the time warner theater, where laurence kardish, the moma's curator of film and a graduate of my university, frames the contents.
a short stroll through town, and i'm back in the car heading home - the kids are tucked away in bed, as is jane when i get back. marlee is packed for washington, where she'll be over the next three days with school, and not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
a day to myself in new york - a much needed antidote to the winter and fall, on all levels.
along these lines, i play hookie all day. i am fortunate to attend an intimate gathering at the united nations, where we have lunch overlooking the east river and hear the consular representative to rwanda speak about rebuilding that country. his frank and honest description of despair and hope leave him emotional at the podium. anne, the woman who is the genesis (genius?) behind the program that i am working on in africa is also in attendance at this intimate gathering, and she too speaks about her goals and vision for the youth of rwamagana and the country as a whole. all in all, a very inspiring and stimulating afternoon.
it is a glorious spring day in new york city, and i stroll along fifth avenue - no email, no phone, just new york and i. i put everything else outside of me - and just focus on this great feeling. i catch a french movie mid-afternoon at the sumptuous paris theater - what could be better - and when i retract myself from the cinema at 6:15 it is still light out. the streets are filled with italian families who have flown over on the cheap to celebrate their 'easter break' and shop with their strong euros. i make my way to the museum of modern art, where i am attending a wine and cheese reception sponsored by carleton university. i sip chardonnay and munch on goat cheese, overlooking the spectacular sculpture garden of this venerable institution. this too is an intimate gathering, only ten people, so it's like being a kid in a candy store. we are treated to a selection of five canadian short films in the time warner theater, where laurence kardish, the moma's curator of film and a graduate of my university, frames the contents.
a short stroll through town, and i'm back in the car heading home - the kids are tucked away in bed, as is jane when i get back. marlee is packed for washington, where she'll be over the next three days with school, and not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
a day to myself in new york - a much needed antidote to the winter and fall, on all levels.
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