Well, things are slowly coming together. I found a great organization to (hopefully) get involved with, I have a few writing gigs coming up (paid!), I am starting my summer project with Bike Easy, and I have enough friends to have plans at least twice a week.
Now I am faced with the problem that always seems to haunt me: how to not get TOO involved. I tend to take on way too much, and get way too passionate about things.
It’s a good problem to have, really.
About 5 years ago, I was a teacher a tiny, private, Christian school. My time there did not end well, so I wrote it all off (sad that we tend to do that, isn’t it?). However, I am slowly seeing how much my short time there, with those students, at that time in all of our lives, impacted me. The school really did have beautiful, grand ideas*. Living an unhurried life, stories to inform and discover, words as healers and educators, seeing people as they truly are, and “the blessedness of being little”…these are just a few of the ideas I learned and taught there.
I find myself lately wanting to return to those ideas. To take my nature journal (which still says Miss Muñoz on the outside) to the park and draw with colored pencils, to write (with lovely paper and pen!) my thoughts, to put away Twitter and engage my mind and heart, to notice simple beauty, to play old gospel music on my banjo, and to live fully.
I guess it took 5 years for the wounds of that ending to heal. Now that they have, I am anxious to take what I learned, both good and bad, and apply it to my life. What an experiment that will be.
*The school was formed based on Charlotte Mason teaching principles, which I wholly and fully support and love. Someday, perhaps, I can teach my children in the same manner. Well, mostly the same manner. Ok, some of the same manner.
This week and weekend were incredible. French Quarter Fest, eating and drinking our way through the city, bike rides, banjo lessons, jelly making…the list goes on.
I. love. my. life.
I absolutely love Springtime in New Orleans. Balmy and welcoming; the last hurrah before the Summer weather starts its oppressive descent on us all. This weekend, for instance, is chock full of fun, starting tonight. Here is a quick run-down of just a few of the events going on:
Wed: Big Sam’s Funky Nation at Wednesdays at the Square
Thurs: Oxford American magazine event at Ogden Museum of Southern Art (and afterparty at Circle Bar)
Fri-Sunday: KISS, Jimmy Buffett, The Black Keys, Avett Brothers, Dr. John and more at Final Four Big Dance Party at Woldenburg Park on the Riverfront
NOLA Drive-In screening of Dazed and Confused
Loving life, loving this town.
Andrew Bird. Howlin’ Wolf. Tonight.
It’s a stunning day today; think I’ll head down to the Riverfront to do a bit of reading. I love Spring, in case I haven’t mentioned that lately.
This week, so far:
- Homemade shrimp and grits
- Croissants at La Boulangerie
- Oyster happy hour at Luke
- Paneed rabbit with shrimp and tasso pasta at Jacques Imos
- Mimosa from Stanley while walking around The French Quarter
- Blueberry/lavendar/Coconut milk popsicle from Meltdown, eaten on the Riverfront
- Drinks at The Carousel Bar
- Seafood Gumbo and cocktails at Mr. B’s
- Smoked duck with alligator sausage, grit cakes and southern greens from Dick and Jenny’s
Life is seriously good, y’all. (sorry no photos)
Tonight is the last night I will not have someone/many someone’s sleeping on my floor, bed and couch for a week. I have 2 sets of family, 2 friends from Birmingham, and my college best friend and her fiance all coming into town this weekend(family is staying elsewhere). Oh, and Lundy Gras is my grandmother’s 80th Birthday, and Mardi Gras (to be known as Birthday Gras this year) is bestie’s Birthday. Did I mention I live on the parade route so will have a rotating cast of people in and out to use the bathroom and fridge?
I am already exhausted. This is going to be epic.
Thanks to WWNO, I now have 2 free tickets to see They Might Be Giants at Tipitinas this Saturday. Krewe de Vieux then a show at Tips? I love Carnival season.
Public radio does more than just pledge drives.* Fact.
*I never thought that was all they did. I heart NPR.