I know you get it, I’ve been busy. As a recap, consider: in February add a second job, in March move and get married, in April go to Mexico, in May graduate college, in June go to New York City, then take a deep breath. We got back from New York City two weeks ago where we visited with some internet friends who showed us the sights and how to use the Metro and let us sleep on their couch. 
We ate a lot of food in New York City (I ate four bagels in five days) and a lot of walking. We saw a lot. Fortunately for me, among those things were two museums: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and the American Museum of Natural History.
Having grown up in Kansas City, I went on my first field trip to the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art in the second grade. I still remember the smell quite vividly. I also remember the way the Arabia Steamboat Museum smelled when we went in the fourth grade. Luckily for you, I won’t be writing about the way The Met and the AMNH smelled for an entire post.
I’ve been to Kansas City’s National World War I Museum many times and it was this museum that taught me to meditate. Museums have always been for me a spiritual sort of experience. Continue reading “Adventures at the Met”
Lindsey Grundyson 