Despite the sobering (thanks Rain for the perfect word) way yesterday ended, I remember that today is Friday, today is Joy Pockets. I have mourned this man that I didn't know. I have reflected over and over again the few, but now very percussive thoughts I had about him when he passed our car. I mourn for his family and mourn for the poor trucker who hit him. I admit it is very hard to shake these shadows that seem to have seeped into the folds of our joy. But, the plain truth is that there was joy---so much joy that I remember sitting with contentment and relishing in awareness, gifts so elusive in our busy lives. So with one last thought of peace for all affected in yesterday's accident, and with one more nod of respect to life and to death, I remember the joy that urges us onward...
lunch at Mother's in New Orleans--the turnip greens and jambalaya!
Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop Bar on Bourbon Street--full of wood, stone, and character
New Orleans Museum of Art: Picasso, Chagall, Modigliani--need I say more?
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| Still Life With Candle, Picasso 1937 |
the healing, soothing, sustaining nature of music...with music, everything comes alive
my road trip playlist (well part of it :)
my road trip playlist (well part of it :)
Onward friends!!! Next stop, Austin, TX....
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