In contemplating all the things that are changing in our life, what seems constant is music’s indelible place. Children respond to music and dance and sing without inhibition. Adults respond to music in more muted tones (well some of us, some still have happy feet). Tin has always had a strong ability to focus in on music – remembering lyrics, beats, and even the performer’s gestures. Music is what redeemed us from the darkness of…
One of the themes after Federal Flood was all the things that weren’t here no more like K&B or Sidmar’s or Bucktown or Fitzgerald’s or Maggie’s. But lately in my interactions with Tin I find myself telling him over and over that what I am doing right now might not be what he does when he grows up such as: Reading the newspaper Putting a letter in the mailbox at the post office The payphone…
Despite the rainy, cold day, Tin and I went to Big Lake in City Park to take a spin on the bike around the path and then wound up at the playground for some much needed climbing. Just like dogs need to be walked every day – little boys need to run, climb and jump.
I was reading a post about the passing of Coco Robicheaux on a friend’s blog and was thinking to this week where Wednesday marks the second anniversary of my mom’s passing. Today as if written, Deacon John’s smooth voice was belting out Any Day Now, the same song he played graveside for her one year memorial. It’s time to refresh her flowers in her vase, and to visit just for a spell, and mostly to…
Faced with the innumerable possibilities of how to spend yesterday evening into this evening, the drumming at the Healing Center, the Celebration in the Oaks, the French Quarter stroll, Three Muses, a CD release party for a friend, a playdate – we did the following: nothing, nada, zilch. Because when you can’t remember the last time you simply lounged for the lord then the time is ripe. No excuses necessary.
The minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years are flying by on the calendar. Is it after Thanksgiving? I wonder. It feels like only yesterday we were leaving for summer vacation. I met with the graphic designer for my logo and website for my new company, Greenlight Global Research. We had our first guests at the LaLa via VRBO and they were wonderful. We’re gearing up for the week of back to school for Tin, T1…
Buddhist saying: In the world of truth, there is no East, no West. Where then is the North, the South? Illusion makes the world close in. Enlightenment opens it on every side. I was thinking of this as I lay in bed this morning and realized that there is no joy reaped from taking control of an outcome that has yet to occur, better to leave things to chance – to leave space for improvisation…
Name: Tin Date:_11/21/11__________ Choices in Play/Style of Play (inside and outside): Tin loves to play and interact with the other children. While playing indoors, Tin loves prefers to build (mainly the superdome), make a “house” using the silks and play stands, rally his friends to form a marching band, and cook breakfast for his friends. Tin greatly enjoys interacting with his peers and rarely…
Tatjana read this poem yesterday at our Thanksgiving table and it’s only fitting that 3 year old Ruby stripped down to her boots to run around like a child of nature. Patriotism by Ellie Schoenfeld My country is this dirt that gathers under my fingernails when I am in the garden. The quiet bacteria and fungi, all the little insects and bugs are my compatriots. They are idealistic, always working together for the common good.…
Paradise (Old East Iranian: pairidaeza) is a place in which existence is positive, harmonious and timeless. Key to any gathering are the who, when and where. Thanksgiving Day, we were three for three. Where: Bayou St. John in New Orleans [read: positive] When: A gorgeous November afternoon [read: timeless] Who: Free spirits who love good food, great music, poetry and laughter, and wine and each other [read: harmonious] An Egyptian couple strolled by the festivities, and…