Sunday was lounge for the lord and listen to my playlist called God on Sunday and watch the Jazz Fest crowd come and go through the rain. We walked over with Evan and Nina and got VIP passes backstage to hear Evan play with the Kid Ory tribute band. There is nothing like the stench of the Fairgrounds after the pouring rain.
I had to remind myself yet again while I sipped my black coffee out in the backyard this morning of what I am doing here. Answer: Living. Recently, I was caught up again in the lemmings’ path in the real estate market, which heated up and there was this GET IT NOW OR PERISH feeling about housing. I found a house, a lovely old queen on North Broad and I instantly imagined it gloriously restored…
A friend at the Green Market was telling me about her pregnant friend who had to suddenly move out of their apartment and find a house and has been frazzled. My friend said you should never rush into anything like that. And I so bravely said, yeah, I know. I don’t want to be rushed. That same evening I got the call to look at the house asap. It was in my neighborhood. It looked…
So yesterday started much like any other day. Get up, fix Tin breakfast, and after he was in school, write a post on my new site about the harrowing effects of racism in our society and then PAUSE, EMERGENCY, TAKE COVER, TORNADO WARNING came through my telephone taking away all the white noise and producing nothing but crisis silence. I grabbed my phone and sought shelter from the only place imaginable in this shotgun, Tin’s…
For me, God is not our father who art in heaven, no more than a hoary bearded dude on a stone throne, or a guy on a cross. God is Everywhere and Everything and Everyone All Mixed Up Together. Got it? Okay, so tell me how you are an atheist – not believing in God – not believing in yourself and all that is swirling around you? Truly puzzling. Now take today. I had a…
1. No shaving 2. No waxing 3. No haircuts 4. No need to color your grey 5. No bad hair days 6. No errant black hairs to pluck 7. No eyebrows to pluck 8. No mascara to take off at night 9. No need to find ways to stand out in a crowd 10. No reason to not be yourself.
“It’s very hard to stop doing things you’re used to doing. You almost have to dismantle yourself and scatter it all around and then put a blindfold on and put it back together so that you avoid old habits.” Tom Waits
So I’ve been enjoying myself lately and it shows. With a dead thyroid every pound becomes a mega pound. So I decided to take a four day break from now until Jazz Fest to eat raw and detox. Today is day #2 and I feel like an ax murderer. I went to the Green Market and bought tons of kale and berries and lettuce and all things that are raw and raw and rawer. And…
I was ensconced with my computer all morning and by noon was ready to bolt, so I did. I walked towards the bayou and right at the banks was a great blue heron taking flight across the water. It was a show stopper. I just said to myself, this is where my heart belongs – this bird just told me. Then I strolled the banks of the bayou and headed down to see friends. He’s…