First we went to the Contemporary Jewish Museum and saw some photographs by Ginsberg and then an exhibit about spiritually over 100 years in modern art. The Ginsberg photographs were almost all men besides a beautiful photo of his Baba.
We stumbled into St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which was strange because I’ve had this urge to go to an old church and sit and I had forgotten until we were there.
After I finally made it to the MLK fountain and I kept thinking how everything was falling weirdly into place. Last night I watched an incredible documentary, The House I Live In, which made me think a lot about MLK and the civil rights movement, and then this morning I read for almost an hour about Malcolm X.
We got coffee and we wrote. I thought about how sometimes you have to give yourself permission to be happy, especially when there’s so much that’s difficult and sad. I keep forgetting that.