Yesterday, I spent a few hours in the park photographing some friends. A family, actually, who we met when they started at Abeona last fall and who remind us of Helen and Paul. There is just this glow about them — their happiness, their manners, their causal and friendly approach — that reminds us of the friends we miss. My mind goes there anyway this time of year. My eyes linger a little longer on the photograph taped to the fridge, the one Helen took of our kids and husbands together in Music Together class. Seeing it presses the work of being a better person, living more fully, and being grateful into my daily grind. Then there was a random email about the need for our community to take a stand, again, against crime. (For those who aren’t up on NOLA news, our Mayor showed up long enough to cut funding on anti-crime activities in a petty hissy fit that the City Council wouldn’t sign off on the ridiculously high salaries for his sycophants.)
These thoughts have had me feeling a bit lost for the past day or so. Just… off. Questioning, again, why we work so hard to be here? Thinking, what would happen if we just… ?
But it’s no point thinking about it, really. There is no other place for us in this country, we know that now. Even as I dream of a home near the beach, I know that this could only be a weekend escape, a summer retreat. Not home. Not New Orleans. But still, I question my faith. I wonder if my longing for this place puts us at risk or inflicts undue hardship. If life were easier, would we be happier? I think that I don’t know the answer, so the question remains, plaguing me.
So the affirmation and support from other writers was a huge boost to my spirits. Especially to see that Lisa, a vineyard owner in California, made the space to so elegantly write about New Orleans and several bloggers — even me, who she pinned so neatly and squarely you’d think we’d been buddies for years. Amazing, timing wise. A little holiday cheer so neatly placed right before me.
My favorite thing? The award is in Portuguese. (The Spanish would read something like ‘Este Blog invierte y cree en la proximidad.’ Although Jenny or Alejna could probably do better than that with the English, Spanish, and Portuguese translations than I have.)
I’ll pass on the love shortly; once my thoughts settle and clear.
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I’m trying to figure out where this award originated? Any one better at the google search for this type of thing?