An Island in Harlem

An Island in Harlem

'Harlem', photograph by artist and creative Jamie Berry

Walking around in Harlem, people hawking their tawdry wares, I am reminded of when my family lived in the British West Indies and I feel that some kind of cycle has been completed. It’s funny how upon emerging on the other side of what we might call a transformation, when the wheel starts turning again, we realize we are more or less the regular people we’ve always been – just more free to be O.K. with that notion. Our humanity is our greatest gift and nothing to be transcended.

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  1. then perhaps what we call humanity is really not humanity since real human-ness allows for oneness, which is divine, and very much can be felt HERE and NOW.

    made me think. had to come back & ‘add’ me words.

  2. That’s more or less what I was getting at, and moments like the one I described are something that brings that home to me. It’s always here and now, unfortunately, we are frequently there and then. ;) And thank you very much. :)

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