When I step outside my door…
When I step outside my door I go to Central Park with my dog when I’m depleted and emerge restored. The park holds our smiles, tears, hopes, and fears. It breathes with us, for us. My breath is what I’m most grateful for as I look for peace in today's many wars. The park is my classroom, confidant, theater, laboratory, and museum. Science and art intertwine so fully they can't be separated. Life is constantly renewed and so are we in its presence. The cycle of nature is mirrored in the cycle of our lives. None of it lasts forever; all of it serves a purpose. When I think back on this time, I’ll always remember that when everything else fell away, Central Park remained providing us with what we needed in a time when we needed so much.