Author: Rachel
Rachel Dangermond is an impresario and daughter of the revolution.
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Before the herbs die
I harvested the tarragon, oregano, sage, parsley, basil and rosemary and baked four loaves of herb bread today. Yum! A dear friend told me that you should ask yourself before you do anything if you are doing it for pleasure. I have been wanting to make this bread for weeks, had the flour out on the counter, but have felt overwhelmed, sick, or tired and today, hey, it was bread day for pleasure!
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Turned the corner again
I might be turning the corner on this weeks long illness but I have to say I’m turning a major life corner on perspective – I was on the phone with an old friend going over leaving my company, starting my own, renting our house, La La La La and he said, “You are doing what every person I know is talking about it but doesn’t have the balls to do.” And I have to…
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Whipsawn by addlepated planners
Today’s word of the day was a good one – addlepated, which means confused, flustered. Now take this morning’s Times Picayune, which reported that the New Orleans RTA has decided to not put the streetcar line to Poland Avenue along St. Claude. It was in January that the Times Picayune hailed the coming of the much needed streetcar line that would be key to revitalizing an underfunded and needy part of the city. The word…
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Sick again?
Apparently New Orleans is sick – like most of the city. There is a flu going around, an upper respiratory infection, a cold and god knows we just finished the hand, foot and mouth disease. I kept thinking it was owing to our little germ bus but now I understand this is far more widespread than kiddies getting sick and sharing germs. Today I saw a pelican cruise by the bayou with a fish in…
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Hey little man
Last night, Tin was eating his pasta when Darrin arrived and he said, “There’s Darrin” as Darrin was getting out of the car and then, “He’s going to say hey little man.” Darrin is coming by once a month to keep Tin’s afro trimmed just because he wants to, and one day when Tin is older Darrin will be around to answer some more pertinent questions that we might not be able to. One thing…
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Keep your hand wide open
My Yemaya statue that I light a candle for my mom by has her hands wide open and that was the subject last night when Darrin came to trim Tin’s afro. Since the storm he has been using the basement of a friend for his art studio and it was built on largesse of someone having space, and someone needing space, not about making money or not. The hands wide open are also in the…
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A taste of the great outdoors
It has been literally about a month since my life went into overdrive and I have not been able to walk the dogs along the bayou, through City Park, communing with nature and the hood. Today, I briefly went to walk the dogs after getting back from taking Tin to school and I was out and suddenly had that old fear – I’m supposed to be in front of my computer – and then it…
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Haiku for letting go
How to rid yourself of material lust. The New York Times had a review about a book called 100 Dresses and I couldn’t help but look at each one with lust, but the good news is that I have no desire to act on it. I lust, therefore I am not, not that person who would want enough to acquire. I think back to 2008 when I met Tatjana on the corner of Mimi’s on…