You cry and cry and cry and seek solace from loved ones. I sat my good friend down on my lap and held her while she cried. She’s handled it all so well. Katrina destroying her dream business she was building. Getting pregnant instead. Her client downsizing in her core business. Her baby having multiple medical issues along with having taken Bactrim and now may have been damaged permanently from using it for nine months.…
Talk of building a permanent levee where the floodgates exist and turning Bayou St John into a lagoon. Sorry, we don’t want a lagoon. Bienville came up Bayou St. John in 1699 to found the city of New Orleans. How will history judge us and the Southeast Louisiana Flood Protection Authority East if we miss the opportunity to rescue, preserve and improve one of our most valuable and historic natural resources? Robert Counce New…
The other night B and F and I were at a tapas demonstration at A’s house with Swirl hosting the wine pairing. We were talking and B mentioned the word “cuntah” – a Creole term for something akin to gossip but more like a sharing that comes from one person offering up some tidbit of information in conversation and the interloper is expected to share in the discussion.I said, cuntah, wow, that’s what I do…
My last two Pilates classes have been challenging in new ways. I had told my new teacher I was not feeling as challenged in the mat class and she kicked it up a notch much to the pleasure of everyone. The woman beside me said after the class, “you are one strong woman.” Last night in class, we had a sub who took us through advance poses, and afterwards, she came up to me and…
Moth A winged sunset flutters, drawn toward the lamp behind me. Addled by errant desire it bumps my knee, leaves a smudge of moonlight. Recovering, the moth drunkenly swoons toward the glow again heavy-winged and awkward, a novice angel. Now stained glass before the light it feather-drums the lampshade, insistent delirious with longing. Copyright (c) Anne Yohn2003. All rights reserved.
I read Chris Rose’s article in the paper today while standing at the counter trying to swig down some lunch and started balling my eyes out.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. (Maya Angelou)
My affirmation this morning: I open my heart and express all the love that I am.
FEET OF CLAY – The phrase comes from the Old Testament (Dan.2:31-32). There the Hebrew captain Daniel interprets a dream for Nebuchadnezzar, founder of the new Babylonian Empire. Nebuchadnezzar had dreamed of a giant idol with golden head, silver arms and chest, brass thighs and body, and iron legs. Only the feet of this image, compounded of iron and potter’s clay, weren’t made wholly of metal. Daniel told Nebuchadnezzar that the clay feet of the…
I sent a note to my fellow limo passengers and said, wow, we went from zero to sixty in no time, how did we do that? And the response was a resounding, you! I’ve been pensive lately about another common denominator – a dangerous liaison which has caused me to question myself, my motives, all thrown in with a little roughing myself up for choices I have made in the past and recently and wanting more…