The theme at yoga – which I finally went back to after a two month hiatus – is om. Perfect huh? Om. It is everything – the universal vibration. I love when we om in class, it has such a great feeling. I am entering the afternoon of my life as I segue out of the morning of my life (Carl Jung divided a person’s life this way). The morning is all about I, about…
I characterized myself as a risk taker my whole life. Was born to a father with gypsy in his blood and a mother who left the creature comforts of a predictable life behind and followed my father into a world of their own making. But I learned that I was not a risk taker at all – I always had someone with me to make the big jumps and I always had someone waiting in…
I was telling T that time is the only thing that is going to help her with Wolfie. Time is your best friend when it comes to healing. You never forget – I remember i would welp up in a store four years after my Corgi, Samm, died and still look for him when I was at home. Similarly, I was speaking to my alarm person today as the guy who came to fix the…
When I saw Tatjana standing on the corner of Mimi’s on Mardi Gras day, I knew instantly that my life had changed. Similarly, when I first laid eyes on Tin – held up to me half dressed in a strange house by someone I had just met on the phone, I took one look into his eyes and I have never looked away. It’s not just because he was a baby or that I wanted…
Tin and I walked with Loca to DeBlancs to pick up a prescription and while there the pharmacist had her 9-month old Rosemary on her hip. She asked how I could carry him when he is ten months old – and I said I plan to carry him as long as I can! I was speaking to a mother who had adopted two children the other day and she said she still gives her two…
The other day we woke to the frost covering the grass along the bayou. A swan fled City Park and came to the bayou where it’s a little warmer. The pelicans were in the tree in the park tucked into a football size feather pods. Everywhere you looked there was a sign that winter had happened here, in New Orleans, where it usually doesn’t. But today, as the temperatures rose and the sun came out…
I was thinking about the new year and about all the changes that have been foisted on me in the last twelve months and I have to say that I think we are all ruled by fear. Fear of letting go and letting the plan just work itself out. That’s not to say that I would just tie both hands behind my back and box with god but more like there is a lot of…
We’ve given up on trying to push any sort of food on Tin. He’s on his own over there in the big high chair. But if he had his druthers he’d never eat anything but a whole grain waffle, half a banana and a half scrambled egg. So every day we try something new. And blech is all I got to say.
I swear Tin’s first words are Who Dat? It’s bizarre. Anyway, perhaps our friend John was on to something when he outfitted Tin with a Who Dat tee shirt or perhaps his other uncles Bobby and David with the Saints warm up suit were doing a little brain washing as well. Forget Indianapolis they were saying, it’s Saints Saints Saints.
Our promise to Tin is to make sure his life is mirrored in the community he inhabits, that would mean he would know other families who are not the same color, he would know other adopted children, he would know children with same-sex parents, and he would know children of other cultures in order for him to see that families don’t come prepackaged in some standard format but a family is about parents who help…