This summer, we’ve been grateful to have the assistance of a dedicated volunteer, Ms. Alyssa Barba, who has been canvassing NYC and checking out the various meditation centers.  She’s participated in the sittings of 6 different centers, and the number is growing!  We’re going to be posting her reviews soon. They aren’t evaluative (unless something really bad or weird happened), but descriptive. This way, you can find a place that best matches your interests, values, and familiarity with meditation.

In keeping with our commitment to be as objective and unbiased as possible, we received no compensation for any of the reviews, and nobody even knew that she was attending with the intention of writing about her experiences.  As a result, her opinion has not been affected by any special treatment.  These days, many of us bloggers (UM, too) have been approached by people offering goods, services, or cash for favorable posts or “shout outs”.  We don’t accept any of these offers, and we’ll let you know if there’s any potential conflict of interest.

I have lived in NYC my entire 60 years. I have seen whole neighborhoods undergo so much change that they have become unrecognizable to me. Usually, I do not think much about any of this and I just go on my way. But, today I felt differently. I was walking along fourteenth street between sixth and seventh avenues to meet a friend for breakfast. As I passed the discount places, shoe stores, jewelry dealers, and sidewalk hustlers, I remembered walking along this same street with my father on a Saturday morning in the mid-1950’s when I was around 8 or 9 years old. Every week we shlepped in from Brooklyn so that I could take guitar lessons at my father’s union headquarters. At that time, fourteenth street was a dump. As I remember, the avenue seemed to be perpetually cast in steel grey tones.

Today’s walk along this selfsame street conjured up these memories from very long ago. I felt a nostalgia for the past and found myself removed from the now. I became mindful that I felt a longing and a sadness for a world that no longer exists except within the inaccuracies of my mind. These feelings were also attached to others: I felt really old and I wondered if anyone else remembered fourteenth street the way that I did. I resented all the changes and I wished that life didn’t have to change so much.

Through all of this mess of fluctuating emotions, I remained mindful of the importance of staying in the present. The ‘nostalgia trip’ that I found myself on was a way to distract myself from dealing with my own relationship to change and aging.

Not clinging to the past is really difficult. The wonderful thing about NYC is that it is ever changing and ever new. The city may get a bit tired and dragged out at times, but Gotham always finds a way of renewing itself. The city has been around a long time yet it knows how to ‘optimally age’ – do the most with what its got- by maintaining its openness, curiosity, spontaneity, and humor. Cultivating these qualities within ourselves are the best way to stay present and not succumb to the ‘nostalgia blues.’

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