Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I found my destiny @ the end of West Houston....

Ok... maybe not my destiny, per se. But certainly the road to a tangible dream inspired by a dear soul.

My day's journey began at Columbus Circle. Wondering if I am the only person in New York City who finds pure joy in the crystal sparkles embedded in the concrete sidewalk on 58th between 8th and 9th (when the sun is shining just so, the sparkles jump about tickling your eyes into the widest grin imagineable), I decided to walk. Just walk. I do that sometimes. I get in this Forrest Gump frame of mind and resolve to WALK until, well until I decide I don't want to walk anymore. Usually this entails walking from midtown to uptown, or walking from 23rd street to Brooklyn, maybe from downtown BK to 42nd Street-- you know, just walking. Listening to John Mayer or Cassandra Wilson. Today it was Ella Fitz, "Blue Skies" days, all of them gone, nothing but blue skies all the day long...

So as I walked down 9th then 8th Ave, stopping at WAMU to make a deposit (thank GOD), I decided to take 34th as far west as I could, which naturally ended at Riverside Park. Since I live in BK, my next move was to head south along the river. As I was boppin along to Ms. Fitz, I'm just takin in this view I've come to love: the Jersey skyline over the Hudson, Sista Liberty with her torched fist far in the distance, and bright, evening clouds bubbling over the City.. I got to Chelsea Piers and decided that it would be a good time to actually go in and see what all they have to offer, instead of just meandering by like I normally do. And what a wonderful mecca of athletic activity that place is. Although I didn't see very many brown children in there on a Wednesday afternoon (not sure if it's due to activity pricing or locale), seeing the throngs of kiddies playing soccer and training gymnastics led me to believe that there actually are ways to raise healthy, fully active children in NYC (for the record, thats not the only thing that's led me to believe this, but it certainly is the most recent example I've seen).

Getting back to my destiny... So I walked through the majority of Chelsea Piers and coming out on the south side kept it moving on down the yellow brick road (which was more of a grayish concrete and wooden walkway sans the crystal sparkles, but it's all good.) By now I was realizing that it's actually seasonably warm considering that it's early May, so i decided to take my sweater off and rolled up my pants legs to get a lil sunfire on my calves. Still leisurely with my stroll (wasn't really tryin to gain momentum or get my heart pumping, just needed the perpetual motion and music to soothe my mind for a lil while) it seemed as if I was passing through Lover's Lane as a number of couples seemed to have come to spend their wednesday afternoon entangled in blankets and hugs along the boardwalk. And I was feeling that. I thought, Good for them, (it was either completely sincere or completely sarcastic-- I can't remember now) and kept it moving. (That has nothing to do with my destiny, but I thought I'd throw it in to keep the story interesting!) (meanwhile, i really am gonna get to the point....)

So, as I neared the end of the boardwalk, I noticed a huge stucture behind a few water vessels, one aptly named The Queen of Hearts (who I could really relate to), and as I got closer I realized it was Pier 40. Now, I had no idea that Pier 40 was to be my destination the whole time I was walking, BUT as I was walking PAST the building i happened to look up..... and i saw THEM.

WHO?? You ask....

The FLYING TRAPEZE PEOPLE!!!!!!!! I looked up and I SAW THEM. UP. On the top of Pier 40. High above, I saw the flying trapeze artists swinging swinging swinging high above on bars and swings above, HIGH above, swinging and such... I saw them and I stopped. I just stopped and watched them. THIS was the place that had been mentioned to me by that dear soul back in December. This is the place whose website I occassionally visit just to remind myself how much classes are ($47 for AM classes $65 for evening and weekends- like I'd forget) and pretend that I'll have the extra money soon so that I can go. This is the place where I'd be training for that indispensible combo skill of high flying and graceful swinging (in case I'm faced with the opportunity to join Cirque Du Soleil)! I'd finally found it, happened on it. Maybe it found me.

So after snapping out of my trance I was determined to go up to the top of Pier 40 where the clouds were, just to get a little bit closer to the dream. So in my haste I went into the building and ran up the stairs, only to realize I was in the corporate office part of the building. So I trotted down and tried to take the elevator to the top level, understanding that the Fly Trapezists were ON TOP, but the elevator didn't go past the 2nd level, which is where I'd just come from.... I won't go into how I walked around the entire pier, up and down flights of stairs in various parts of the edifice before finally ASKING someone how to get up to the trapeze school. Once I asked, it was very simple, and something that I would not have found on my own. (It dawned on me that I probably would've saved a good 35 minutes if I'd just asked someone to begin with.... I did find out where to sign up for free kayaking, though- which begins on May 12th- as a result of being completely unable to find the entrance to the trapeze school!)

As soon as I was told how to go back through the field entrance, make a left and go around the ramp up the stairs to the top of the building and through the doors on the left (I would've NEVER figured that out...) I was up there in two shakes! Meanwhile, Ella was still swinging with me.. How high the moon is the name of this sooonggg, how high the moon though the words may be wroooonnngg... When I got to the top of Pier 40 I was swinging in my heart with Ella scattin' and the fly'pezers were swinging high above me!

I watched them. I wanted to get on, get in the mix, to get my swing on. To throw my legs over the bar and flex my arms forward with my tummy muscles to gain momentum. To reach as far back as i could in hopes of connecting with the swinger flying on the other bar coming at me. I watched them, swinging in ecstacy with Ella.

Today it was enough for me to just watch in wonderment and dream of flying. high. on that bar in the sky. at some point.

Yeah, I'm gonna do it.



Imhotep said...

Guhl, you need to start hitting that gym while you're DREAMING. And you beter not break your neck, cause you KNOW your mama will KILL YOU! haha

Happy belated by the way!

c w j said...

effa gym. pushups are free.

swing away.