Tag: Summer

I skipped posting yesterday.

Not because I didn’t have anything to say.

Honestly, it was the opposite.

Between work, life, writing, therapy, family, and trying to remember what day it is half the time, my brain felt like it had twenty tabs open and all of them were playing music.

So naturally, instead of doing what I was supposed to be doing, I ended up scrolling Instagram.

And that’s when I found an art installation called Clinamen.

Down the rabbit hole I went.

One post became another. One hidden place led to the next. Before I knew it, I had a list of places around NYC that I desperately want to visit this summer.

Maybe you’ll want to visit them too

Clinamen at Park Avenue Armory

This is the one that started it all.

At first, I was drawn in by the visuals. Hundreds of porcelain bowls floating across water, drifting into one another and creating patterns that are never quite the same twice.

Beautiful.

But what really got me was the meaning behind the word Clinamen.

It’s an ancient philosophical concept describing the moment something slightly deviates from its expected path.

Just a series of small turns that somehow lead us somewhere entirely different than we expected.

Next we have The Nicholas Roerich Museum

How have I lived in New York this long and never heard of this place?
Hidden inside a brownstone on the Upper West Side, the museum is filled with mystical paintings inspired by the Himalayas, spiritual traditions, and landscapes that honestly look like they belong in another world.
The best part?
It’s free.
The older I get, the more I appreciate places that allow you to slow down and just exist for a little while.
This feels like one of those places.

Como Volverse Caudal (How to Become a Stream)

Even the name pulled me in.

This installation uses water, sound, sculpture, and movement to create an experience that feels more like meditation than an exhibit.

Water droplets become music.

Objects move with the rhythm of flowing currents.

Visitors are encouraged to sit, listen, and simply be present.

Imagine that.

An entire exhibit built around something we rarely give ourselves permission to do.

One place I’m been having my heart set on visiting for a while has been The Morgan Library.

The first time I saw pictures of it, I actually stopped scrolling.

Floor-to-ceiling books. Ornate ceilings. Spiral staircases. Rooms that feel like they belong inside a novel instead of the middle of Manhattan.

As someone who loves words, journals, poetry, and getting lost in bookstores, this place feels like somewhere I could easily lose track of time.

I already know I’ll probably walk in, stare at the shelves for a few minutes, and wonder how many stories have lived within those walls.

Sometimes the places we visit don’t just inspire us.

They remind us why we started creating in the first place.

Last but not least we have The High Line.

I’ve been here before, but some places deserve repeat visits.

A former railway transformed into a public park feels like the perfect metaphor for life.

Things don’t always become what they were originally intended to be.

Sometimes they become something else entirely.

And sometimes that something is beautiful.

Maybe that’s why I keep coming back.

What I love most about New York isn’t the famous landmarks.

It’s the unexpected places.

The hidden museums.

The art installations that make you stop and think.

The libraries that smell like stories.

The quiet corners that somehow make the city feel a little smaller.

Maybe that’s what I’m looking for this summer.

Not a grand adventure.

Just a few small deviations from my usual path.

Who knows?

Maybe that’s where the best stories begin.

Have you discovered any hidden NYC gems lately? I’d love to add them to my summer list.