Revolutions for the New Year

I’ve listed several revolutions that are going to occur in the new year and one of them is stillness. I’ve got plenty of lists for doing and so my revolutions list is about being and ways of being. That said, last night I went to two 12th night parties as we ushered in Carnival season in New Orleans. The first was at a friend’s new apartment in the Quarter right along Pirate’s Alley.

Walking up the wide wooden staircase I was put in mind of an earlier life when I lived on Burgundy and Governor Nichols and was a Quarter rat. The French Quarter is possibly one of the most romantic places in the world if you can manage to steer clear of Decatur and Bourbon streets. I’d say the Quarter needs more of my time in this new year.

The party was fabulous – a man singing a capella in the corner of the bedroom, young men in skivvies with dollar bills tucked in them, a drag queen with flowing blonde locks, and lots and lots of people looking very cheerful and bright given the freezing temperatures and the fact that it was Monday night, after all.

My friend is a writer – and he wrote a book that I’m a character in. The friend I went to his party with is reading another book written by another friend in which I’m also a character. 2014 will be a year where books continue to play a big role, I predict.

12th Night or Three King’s Day is a celebration of when the three kings or wise men came to visit the baby Jesus, and it begins the countdown to Fat Tuesday in New Orleans. The first king cake is eaten on this night and the little baby is tucked inside. Whoever gets the baby has to throw the next Carnival party. I predict this year will involve lots of celebrating, starting now.

Happy Carnival!

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2 Responses to “Revolutions for the New Year”

  1. Alice Says:

    Not every writer gets discovered, Rachel. I’m glad I discovered you anyway. (BTW, many thanks for the special Christmas card and photo!)

  2. Rachel Says:

    Thanks Alice – it’s a way of life and so be it. I do have my little moments where I feel like what’s it all about but then I plod on. Writer’s write – that’s what they do. No matter if their words are sewn in a hardbound book or not.

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