cliche, cliche, the words keep running through my head. but a new laptop and the realizaiton that these words might rot and turn my soul septic have me-yep, blogging. maybe its the word that repels me. it's not a very rythmic sound. my linguist brain divides words into good, bad, and ugly, I'm afraid-not a causist, exactly, or anything so specific or technical, but just the impression words leave on me. I'm pretty impressionistic, after all.
so, levee walking, yep, I'm a Louisiana girl, from the state that suddenly found itself in the news with Katrina, then again with the fabulous Saints shocking win (fan since birth, and YES it was a shock) and lately with the BP fiasco. Nice. I guess life is always a mixed bag, a box of chocolates. But things really are different here, and not just in NOLA-this place has a different patina to the air, different tastes and sounds and smells. I don't think I could ever be at peace anywhere else. I've traveled a lot, but this is home, in every sense of the world. My son is creole-of mixed blood, the most intense translation of the original portugese criolla-beautiful in every way and a complete joy. Well, except for last night when he decided it was sleep with mama or scream the night away. Sometimes I walk oustide with him at dusk (our favorite time, all that lush periwinkle and blood orange sky) and we look for the incoming moon and howl at it. He's a little untamed, that boy. A little heavy on the native american, really. He always makes me laugh, or cry.
I figured this would be a good way to get the creative juices (cliche again) flowing, as I have to write a thesis on women along the Mississippi river (worked at a lot of plantations along the river road and there were some fantastic females, as well as devilish ones) and I'm pretty burnt out. I imagine this is epedemic, with all of the working moms going to school out there. Props to ya'll, really. Sometimes I can't pour the bourbon down my throat fast enough at the end of another long day (haha-well, only when I'm not already asleep in the tub). So here we go, allons y. Hope my words resonate with someone out there, but even if I am the only reader, they will be free from the confines of my imagination and that is a good thing, yeah! (I'll keep the cajun sayings peppered throughout) ...there truly is so much to be happy and excited about, it is high time to wake up and thrive again. Welcome to my life, I've just recently renovated the place.