Since 9/1/91 I have lived in an area of Brooklyn called Bay Ridge.
My home faces the Verrazano Bridge which crosses from Brooklyn to Staten Island.
Since 9/1/91 I have lived in an area of Brooklyn called Bay Ridge.
My home faces the Verrazano Bridge which crosses from Brooklyn to Staten Island.
All ships sailing into New York Harbor pass under the waterway. Some of these ships are ancient vessels that dock in the New York Harbors during Fleet Week in NYC, Memorial Day and July 4th holidays.
Across from my home is Cannonball Park, which dates to pre-revolutionary New York. It is linked to Fort Hamilton army base which is at the far end of the park. The summer brings people out to the park for concerts, and other entertainment venues.
Annual Memorial Day Parade
Several hundred years ago the soldiers from Fort Hamilton shot the cannon the British navy. Every year, at the start of Fleet Week in NYC, a ship will sail under the bridge and fire in our direction.
I have taken my classes to the park where we created a Labyrinth, meditated, among other spiritual events that awaken consciousness.
Flims are often shot in and around the park, bringing many celebrities to the area. The most famous movie, shot just down the street on the esplanade, was Saturday Night Fever starring John Travolta.
Bridal parties come to the park arriving in long white stretch limos, to take wedding pictures as the scenery is unbelievable, the energies strong, and the pull of the four elements encapsulating.
Saturday - May 26, 2001
Speaking of bridal parties, today I pondered this question ... "Would I ever consider marrying again?" as my first marriage had been very successful, leaving it to pursue a destiny shown to me in when I was a child.. Synchronicities are events you attract into your life for answers. As I looked out over the park I saw a white horse tied to a bench, its image becoming clearer through the mist of clouds that lifted as I watched.
I noticed a Cinderella-type white carriage near the horse.
I quickly got my camera, raced downstairs, and over to the park. The horse and carriage had been used by a bridal party that was now in the park taking pictures. The sun came out as I stood there talking to the white horse. The coachman sat on a bench waiting for the bride and groom. The white horse was perhaps a metaphor for another dimension where my twin flame lives. I sat in the coach for a while as the driver took pictures. At the end of the day ... Z waits for me somewhere over the rainbow bridge, through the stargate and back at creation. Still ... a girl can have a little fun while she's in the physical.
Cinderellie !
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