Photography: Unknown | Attaboy | Manhattan, Speakeasies

I have been contemplating the meaning of intimacy as of late and the various ways one can experience its nuances. It is my belief that we don't realize all of the intimate moments that we are privy to throughout our day that actually belong to us. They are simple and exact points of time that occur momentarily.

I have walked into rooms that exude such sensual intimacy that the walls begin to quiver. I have found moments of candour on the subway, quietly and intimately observing someone's hands. There have been times where I have become emotionally engaged in a written note left on my desk.  Intimacy does not always entail physical proximity. Often times the most profound kind of intimacy is experienced through the mind and of the mind.

Yet, there is something to be said about the encounter of the physical kind. A glance exchanged over a drink, becomes the promise of something more, something new. Intimacy is ever changing, ever evolving. Our lives are born on intimate encounters. It is what we all long for isn't it? Usually we look to it, and for it, through a connection with a significant other, yet never really open ourselves to finding it in other places through moments of the unexpected kind.

I leave you with this final thought and quote, because to be aware and to live freely is also an integral part of the intimacy we are all in search of:

"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." Henry Miller