I went out to walk the dog, notice no plural, this morning and it was a breeze. I was able to walk Heidi off leash and she listened to all commands and we passed other dogs and I didn’t tense up or get vexed because of another dog in the midst. I took a big deep breath. And then a nag came in and I felt sad that Loca was not with me, and happy…
I walked down the street to the Zen center this morning for meditation and learned that they are in the throes of trying to buy a lot and build a new facility uptown. Uptown, I thought, this is not good. When I needed the Zen of meditation, I learned that a few blocks from me was a place to provide exactly what I needed to work through my inability to meditate at home for long…
We headed back across the lake today to bring Loca to the country to live with my cousin and his zoo of sheep, goat, cow, bull, horse, donkey, rabbit, and puppy. What a wonderful day it was to see Loca running with Jake, his new friend, a six week old black lab puppy. We took Tin’s friend with us and the country did us all good. I’m forever thankful for this land, for the roots…
I Clear water in a brilliant bowl, Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more like a snowy air, Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow At the end of winter when afternoons return. Pink and white carnations – one desires So much more than that. The day itself Is simplified: a bowl of white, Cold, a cold porcelain, low and round, With nothing more than the carnations there. II Say even that this complete…
I don’t know why I love Christmas music like I do, but it only takes the afternoon of Thanksgiving to get me to put the playlist on. Right now, I’m watching the water reflecting on the bayou that is moving steadily away from Lake Ponchartrain. Elvis Presley is singing Silent Night, Irma Thomas just finished Holy Night. Sadness – these songs seem tinged in sadness. Our house is crowded with menorahs on the counter, nuts…
We loaded up the truck and headed to Franklinton this morning to spend the day with family giving thanks and to visit my mom’s grave and change her flowers to winter peonies from the faded sunflowers that have been there since Mother’s Day. Part of me was born from that land – the summers spent at my grandmother’s digging through the hay in the barn, washing horses with Prell shampoo, picking watermelons out of the…
Many many years ago, my brother gave me a necklace with tiny ivory elephants on it. I used to wear it a lot and then because of the connotation of ivory and elephants I tucked it away and haven’t worn it. Yesterday, after a session with my life coach, I pulled it out to wear as a talisman. The elephant lives in the now, it’s strong, it is content, it is a being that lives…
I took a much needed road trip and headed to Hotlanta to see my friend(s) and my brother’s family. It was an unique occasion to have two of my closest friends in the same city, along with Madonna, who was the reason for the trip and turned out to be an after thought. Madonna was Madonna on steroids – she kicked up her tour from the Sticky & Sweet tour that we saw in Houston…
I was speaking to an African American woman this morning about her daughter who is trying to get pregnant. This woman has always been a big fan of Tin’s from afar and she commended me on raising him to understand that he is black and that’s his identity. I told her that his being in my life has actually opened my eyes to the African American community that I always assumed I was close to…