Where do I begin to describe one of the single-most impactful experiences in my life? New York City is a place that always holds magic for me. Whenever I go, I experience synchronicity on a high level. Perhaps it is because the city vibrates at a higher level than most places. It is bustling, bouncing and bursting at the seams. Crowded and uncontrolled, this City is not to be tamed. Nor should it be. It houses the spirit of creativity, fortitude, and profound beauty.
That I was born in (Upstate) New York and my mom in the City only contributes to my love of this place. My love affair started when I was 17 as a former exchange student who showed my German host sister around the town. We did everything but the Empire State Building, which we circled in the car due to exhaustion and lack of time.
In April 2005, I made a decision that changed my life forever. I accepted an invitation to a library opening at Good News Broadcast. My (now) dear friend Paul Sladkus suggested I come. When I agreed, he laughed.
"All the way from Germany?" he asked, half-surprised I was serious.
"We've got planes, Paul. I'll be there in two weeks."
It was a spirit-led choice, the quiet one at the base of your sternum. As meek as a mole and as powerful as Hercules, this voice, when fed, becomes the resounding source of All Things. In fact, I have dedicated my life to this voice once and for all.
What coming to New York that soggy April weekend taught me most clearly was something my mom had been preaching for years: Just Show Up. All You magazine even did a brief piece on my mom's wise words. She delightfully abandoned her original plans to accompany me on my spirit journey that weekend. She saw the wisdom emerging and wanted a front row seat.
I met Deepak Chopra again, embraced a new friend, Guy, and created a new connection with Paul -- marvelous souls, all in their own right. Since that time, I have returned to New York time and again to recapture the Awakening of the Soul. I have yet to write an essay called The Opening, which will explore how to achieve a jolt of consciousness at any given moment. I will try it in essay form first, but I see a new book emerging in time.
Attending the Book Expo America 2007 this past weekend was another attempt at harnessing the magic that is New York. I worried silently as I deplaned last Wednesday. "What if there's no magic to be found?" After a hell ride through Manhattan on a Super Shuttle bus, I caught five hours of sleep before jetlag shook me awake at 4 am. I explored my old stomping grounds, observing the City as it slowly awoke from its midnight nap. This City has permanent jetlag with its irregular rhythms and the tidal wave of pedestrians that fill Time Square in its nocturnal illuminesence.
The first day at BEA I attended a panel of talk show producers. It proved rich as I networked with one of them before the event. On the way back, I started chatting with a guy on the bus, only to discover we had met before on that fateful April weekend in 2005. "Thank you, Magic," I whispered into my hand as the man transfered to the subway. It unfurled gloriously on that crosstown bus. I grinned. New York City had not let me down.
That evening I met my publisher Nancy Cleary for the very first time. She picked me up in a town car. Actually, she picked me up off my feet (she's strong!) and swung me about. We screamed and laughed and loved life as we attended the Ben Franklin Book Awards at a nearby hotel. We happened to sit at a table with Dr. Susan, a person I had called just two weeks prior to discuss PressKit 24/7. She and I hugged and laughed at our synchronicity. With Magic now safely esconced in my pocket, I believe she was more amazed than I.
Later I met up with my friend, Guy, for a drink at the Marriott Marquis. Friday was full-swing boogy, battling the crowds and the malfunctioning air conditioning. At 94 degrees F, we were in a hot house of bodies and books. I honored my appointments with a typical delay as the weekend progressed. Managing meetings and crowds were not easy at times, but people were understanding and thank goodness for cell phones!
It was not all work for this chick, however. At night, my dear friend Guy showed me the Night Life with fabulous entertainment and dining. The Off Broadway performance, Be by Mayumana, was Stomp meets Cat Step (my modern dance troupe). I saw a flamenco number that blew my socks off. The energy I pulled from the dancers sustained me through our late-night dinner. We closed down the Italian restaurant, then got invited by the wine list compiler to taste some of his most expensive award-winning wine selection. We enjoyed our chat, then headed back home to another abbreviated night's sleep.
Saturday I connected with Arielle Ford and her husband Brian. What dear souls they are! I basked in their loving spirits and had the most marvelous experience with Paul Ryan. He and I prayed in the middle of the HCI booth (Chicken Soup for the Soul). His prayer washed my weary soul and infused me with an energy even a multivitamin smoothie could not attain. I hugged him afterwards and he said, "We must stay in touch. We will do something together." He works at the Agape International Spiritual Center with Michael Beckwith. I told him how much I honor his work. What a gift he gave me in that very moment. Such generous and loving spirits infused me thereafter, too.
People continuously approached me as we danced in the conversation. We embraced the larger force in our lives, letting our inner voices sing in chorus. I cannot explain it entirely, but something grand has shifted for me once again. An executive producer for a major satellite radio show wants to work with me. Another star filmmaker wants to work with me. A Johnny Depp look-alike who portrays Captain Jack Sparrow wants to work with me (thank goodness that one would be a virtual relationship! He's quite the pirate!). Even a team of lit agents has agreed to embrace my project. They got it, and I was left with the feeling I have transitioned to another plane in my spiritual development.
The gifts I received this weekend were far more than the free books, pens, handouts, and tote bags I will carry home with me. The presence of Spirit as I ascended to a place of peace and joy was the greatest gift of all.