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Bill Moyers came along on another walk with me today, this time he was interviewing W. S. Merwin and it was so mesmerizing that I walked double the length of our normal stretch through City Park. Listening to Merwin read this poem made tears spring to my eyes for both my mom and my dad: Listen to him here or read below: Yesterday My friend says I was not a good son you understand I…
I crawled back in bed right as the 6am alarm was going off but couldn’t go back to sleep until I told Tatjana about Jack Bartlett. He had been weighing so heavy on my mind that I actually saw people gathered in a procession crying about his death. I had been walking home with the dogs yesterday morning and had stopped to admire the house around the bend that has just been painted a perfect…
I love to sleep, I truly do and my habit in life has been to fall hard into sleep and then to wake like a house on fire setting about task after task till I could make even the busiest person’s head spin, and yet now I am not sleeping. I woke at 3 AM and just thought, I can’t sleep I’ll get up. I listened to a podcast, I petted Blekica till her kneading…
Somewhere around the end of the day every neighbor and their child decided the best place to be was on the bayou and so we went, in search of an end of the week feeling (it’s Thursday – always for New Orleans, the true end of the week), and we passed us a good time cher – yes we did.
It amazes me that abundance flows so easily into my life – my Irish neighbor brings her special soda bread, my fishing neighbor brings trout freshly caught. Meanwhile, a friend stops by unannounced and fixes the iron gate which nows opens so smoothly it is almost puzzling how it didn’t before.
Since Then Outside the high windows of what was once our kitchen—before that, a weaver’s room—now a study— the breeze-bent lilacs continue to wave and sway; the weeping willow grazes buffalo grass; the copper roses blaze and extinguish, blaze and extinguish and blaze . . . but the peacock that appeared one afternoon strutting up and down the back garden’s brick path hasn’t been seen again, and was not— unlike the five tawny owlets perched…
The men came the other day to whack, saw, cut and scrape the Queen Palms in the side yard, the very same palms whose fronds were so huge seen from the height of the red tower built in back of the LaLa where I was to be the king sitting in her counting house counting all her money, only now the whole enterprise has shifted to a brave new world of getting, less spending, and…
We’re back in the whirlwind of life regardless of our energy level – Tin was going down for his nap when his good friend’s mother text me that we had a once in a lifetime opportunity to get to the Navy base and see the Blue Angels for real – so up from his nap (who says we’re rigid) and dash across the river and there they were in all their glory – the real…
After last night’s panel discussion on Rudolph Steiner and Waldorf education, I met today with someone who was looking into our school to see what needs shoring and what is working. Then I picked up the little munchkin and took him with his friend to see the tall ships docked on the mighty Mississippi. My fav was the Indonesian ship which reminded me of Bali and all the beautiful people, architecture, food and I felt…
The Navy has descended upon New Orleans occupying all ports with historic Tall Ships that are on display all week while the Navy personnel file out to our community to do service. I saw a bunch in City Park painting the pagodas. All cute, sweet and young. Hard to think of them having to actually go to war and makes you wonder about all the service people who die in war who are mostly anonymous…