I’ve partnered with atheists my whole life and yet I’m always drawn into other’s religious views as they express them. Today, I was on the porch, watching Tin walk to the nun’s house to bring her some jambalaya, the bayou was in pristine shape, the air had the right Gulf south humidity, and there was a feeling of expansiveness all around. Let the Mystery Be by Iris Dement was playing on the stereo and I smiled when I heard it – because I felt ethereal and light. The weight of days gone by, felt gone and bye was all I could think of to say.
The mizuna that we planted in the winter has given way to blue flowers – which is rare in a garden – blue is a desired color but rarely obtained.
Rare too is the moment when everything is in harmony – work has been satisfying, friendships have been rewarding, and my circle of water is placid and in harmony. I snapped a photo of Tatjana reading Goodnight NOLA to the kids who were at the house last night, huddled around her, someone mentioned kid’s feet and how they are just impossibly cute.
We decided to go to the Quarter today for a little rendezvous only I couldn’t find a scarf I liked, and Tin wanted to wear a scarf, and well, things just got crazy in the dressing room.
At one point I looked at him and said, “If you get any cuter, I am going to have to slap myself.”
An hour of dragging through the Quarter complete with a stop at Red Lantern on Royal (Tin’s friend from school’s store), a visit to Voodoo Authentica to pick up some voodoo pencils for the friends in Zahara, and a Bloody Mary that T and I split from the Golden Lantern, soon we were so ready to come home and sit on the porch. Tin was in a great mood and ferreted out the birthday hats and insisted we wear them as we ate the leftover jambalaya from last night.
Admittedly, I look more like Mr. Bingle than Rachel, but little by little I am going to fake it till I make it.