Spinach, parsley, green apple, pear, cucumber, lemon, and ginger. That’s my juice. The perfect combination of flavors coming together to form a heavenly green ginger lemonade. My latest addiction.
It’s a good thing juice bars are so popular here in New York City. I can always find one around when I need a little pick-me-up. Like the other day, I was leaving the Seaport and making my way home. Instead of racing everyone to the train, I decided I would indulge my ever-present juice craving and just take my time.
Eyes peeled, scanning the restaurants and bars that I passed, I finally spotted it. This one was called Juice Generation. I reached for the door and paused to read the message on the glass. All of a sudden, the juice was forgotten as I stood there enamored with the greeting I received:
Juice Generation
New York, New York
My heart fluttered, and my soul stirred. There is such power in a few simple words. At once, I was struck by a thought: What if these words were posted everywhere?
What if they were posted on our churches, mosques and synagogues, on our homes, our bars and restaurants, our schools, our community centers? What if they were posted on our borders? What if we forgot every divisive thing that we have ever been taught?
What if we posted these words on our hearts?