Where do we go from here?
Typical of this time of year in New Orleans, it is hot hot Africa hot, and then boom, a glorious week of beauty and people saying things like, “I’m starting to work out at the outdoor place in City Park,” and you wonder, why wasn’t I doing that before when it is so glorious out here. And then you turn a week and boom, it’s back to hot hot Africa hot and all those plans are dashed against the humid pavement.
Yes, it’s back to hot sticky sweet summer around here and we have put up the boots and the light jackets and all of us have given a collected sigh.
Meanwhile, no matter that the weather is not seasonal, the season has begun, which means my dance card gets full early and often and for long stretches of time. This week has been Tin’s school gala, Meshell Ndegeocello at the CAC then too much fun afterwards hanging out with some beautiful spirits till almost 2AM, and then last night was singing song’s in my rabbi’s sukkah after Gay Day at Da Zoo and brunch. Pancakes in the sukkah this morning and then shakshuka in the synagogue this evening. My cup runneth over.
I keep trying to think of how to simplify my life but I find it very challenging. Zumba, Aikido, yoga, walks, and now I’m adding Tai Chi/Qigong to my repertoire. My meditation at the Zen center is on pause with Tin’s Sunday school taking that slot.
My philosophy leans to don’t say no to anything and that usually means my cup runneth way over, as a matter of fact it foams over, sort of like yesterday when Tin pulled out all his red Legos and said it was lava spilling out of the broken ship. There you have it.