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Along with my unwillingness to use a Diva Cup or commit to Yoga, my positive take on city life is perhaps the major dividing line between myself and my hardcore hippie friends. They can’t believe I’ve lived and thrived in NYC or one of its boroughs (most recently its 6th borough, Jersey City) since 1999. How could someone as sensitive as me find stillness and peace in such an energetic whirlwind? Didn’t I long to be in nature?
For these well-meaning folks, some of whom are off-the-grid forest or farm dwellers and others who are hoping to be, the modern city represents everything wrong with our existence. It’s the buzzing, bleeping reality of just how far we’ve succeeded in commodifying everyone and everything and cutting ourselves off from the rich biodiversity of free and thriving ecosystems.
I’m not saying that we aren’t living dangerously out of balance with the Earth. The impending doom of rising ocean levels and super storms reported by climate science tells the story clearly enough for anyone with the ears to hear it. But what if it’s not how and where we live but the way we measure time that needs to change? Is it possible that a transformation in the way we experience time and a heightened awareness of meaningful coincidences, or, synchronicity, can open us up to the natural world that is always there, regardless of how few trees are growing on our block? Instead of living at the mercy of a mechanized time system built upon the idea of quantifying our labor (Time is Money) could we base our lives upon a system that treated time as art?