There is a community of yogis here in the Crescent City that are attracting other yogis from all around the globe. Michele had said that because of the healing New Orleans needed after Katrina, the yogis are responding to the call. Certainly her Swan River studio has been a big draw. It also could be that New Orleans is a deeply spiritual place unlike its usual moniker as a place of debauchery. Whatever it is,…
I have been trying not to give into this sort of negative or tumultuous energy that has been in the air but I was speaking to a source of mine and she said, “I’ve never been so busy in my life, it’s exhausting.” Boy, don’t I know it. I wondered out loud if the earth was maybe spinning faster or whether it was my new found 50 years of age that was making everything seem…
These endless nightmares are interrupting my sleep – the anxiety of my mom’s situation and days that are too busy to relax all stack up at night into weird bizarre nightmares. Last night I dreamed I married Joe, my gardener, and got pregnant and was sitting on a stoop with a bunch of alcoholics and drug addicts all smoking through their toothless grins. I woke in a panic.
I just found a note that said, “Stinky Tofu smells like a mistake.” No attribution.
I quit getting the Times Picayune even though there were a few columns I enjoyed – Carolyn Hax, the obituaries, and the Lagniappe – but all in all I found papers stacking up and me with very little time to ever even read second day news. So last night when we arrived at friends house to break the fast, we were greeted with “if you don’t care what race you are adopting maybe you could…
In a world where everyone is trying to blame someone else for what isn’t working, I was reading about a woman who was molested as a child and then pursued a life of hypersexuality as an adult in order to recreate the cause but have a different effect – a relationship. And then a child raised by alcoholic parents who then partnered with alcoholic spouses to recreate a familiar situation which she might be able…
Tuesday started off with a roar and didn’t dissipate for one second until somewhere around 6PM I took a breath and let a collective one out. Today in the land of overwhelmed I wondered how people around me haven’t noticed a speeding up of the earth’s rotation and how outside for the first time it was cool and breezy as if fall was inserting itself into the Gulf South and while so much got done…
I had my reflective meditative day undisturbed even by T who tiptoed around me so as not to break my trance. I re-read past writings I’ve done around this holiday and found one entry peculiarly disconcerting. It was way back in San Francisco, walking along the streets and running into a man name Santos, who pulled me to come have a coffee with him and I did. He told me to focus on other things…
Tonight is the eve of Yom Kippur and just as Eudora Welty said that Southerners live their narratives, well what could be more Talmudic than my mom in the hospital and me adopting a baby. The Talmud teaches about life, which comes and goes and always centers around common themes – love and happiness. As well as grace and duty. I begin my fast tonight with the sounds of a shofar from a congregation in…
New York Times language maven, Safire, died today at 79 years old. Go in peace.