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New Orleans, "The Big Easy"
Cherry blossoms, jasmine and clover, the scent of honeysuckle as thick as the humidity that lingers throughout the day. These are fragrances that I have become familiar with. The pungent smell of gladiolas, and the beauty of a crape myrtle tree. Some stretching from the Forburg Marigny to parts of Gentilly. Uptown Garden District, streets lined with Magnolia trees. This is home to me.
Rain pouring down from the heavens as though this earth could absorb it all. The sound on the roof top, then sliding down the gutters through the pipes. The sound of huge splashes against the bedroom window. Flashes of lightening and the sound of thunder so loud it shakes my soul, a quiet stillness. Afraid to move between the rooms of the house for fear of somehow being struck. This is home for me.
No matter where I may travel, no matter how long I'm away, my mind always returns to this place, this sense of self. My childhood, my not so arkward teenage years, my maturity. Home is always here for me.
Though I long to travel to distant lands and love to meet all sorts of people, I have to return here. Once it was lost to me and it took a long time to get back to where it was. Scattered to the four winds, family, friends, people I will remember for an eternity. Yes, Katrina brought with her the means to separate us all for a time. Still we came back ever so gradually, we have returned simply because this is now, and forever will be home to us.
The sound of live jazz performances held at Snug Harbor Bistro on Frenchmen Street or Sweet Lorrain's Jazz supper club on St. Claude Avenue. The smell of fresh fish and boil crawfish from St. Roch's Market. Meeting friends at Congo Square and walking to the French Quarters to Cafe Du Monde to grab a cup of relief and those world famous beignets, those always warm pillows of sugary perfection. This is home personified.
A refuge I have made of it. Although, soon to leave it again, in search of something or someone to share it with. Hoping that they will see what I see, while sitting on a bench at Lake Pontchartrain; watching the waves beat against the barrier steps, the tide rushing in and out. People wading through its cool waters. Fisherman eager to catch whatever the lake will allow. Boats racing to and fro. The sun as it sets with its inviting colors of calm euphoria, reddish-orange into blue-gray black night upon it's setting. The sounds of the animals in the distance from Audubon Zoo, it's feeding time. The sounds of the St. Charles street car as the wheels screech along the tracks. The paddle boats as they go up and down "The Big Muddy"
The constancy of faith, the hope for the future, the sweet appearance of youth. I am truly home.
Question: Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans?
Currently listening:The Definitive CollectionBy Louis ArmstrongRelease date: 2006-01-24
Freedom to Love Again
Why is it when I say I'm done and can't take anymore, there you are? Is there some kind of cosmic filtering streaming from my heart to your brain that makes you appear before me? Why can't this inevitability be altered. When I'm at my best, there you are "acting out", as if to say you really care. Why do our paths have to cross? Are we that familiar with each others weaknesses.
I need to maintain this new found freedom I've accompolished. I don't need to wander endlessly into oblivion, just because you say so! Calm resolve is what I seek..the freedom from want or desire of what use to be a so called "perfect life". Isn't it funny to even say that out loud? Neither of us being perfect. I want to shout as loudly as I can. Stop the madness, no more...It's truly time to move on and be content with the me that I have become.
No longer shaken by thoughts of pleasing anyone else's needs but my own. This feeling of greatnest...shall I shout louder...."freedom" "Sweet unincumbered freedom" I've become a phoenix, that mythological bird who rises from the ashes every five hundred years. To accomplish my dreams and my desires, to fulfill my expectations and care less for those of others, who would see me stagnant with no way out. Dependant only on them; and what they want to give when it suits their disposition.
"Freedom....pure and simple...to face all my challenges, without fear, willing to take chances, barring the constant mistrust of the male species. Yes, I am a simple woman with simple needs..uhmm...capable of making my own decisions, mistakes and when warranted my choices of who, how and when to love. For me life is good!
Currently reading:Addicted To Counterfeit LoveBy Vikki
Currently reading:Addicted To Counterfeit LoveBy Vikki
Dreams of Oppa
(Gong Ji Cheol)
As I look through the myriad of photos of you, thinking to myself, how beautiful you are.That boyish smile you emit to all your adoring fans, of which I am included. Fantasy takes hold, wondering aimlessly to myself what if?
I know that I'm not alone in my thoughts of you, so many of us, particularly those of the female species are so enamored, shaken, and soul stirred frantically with fervent expectations of, If only?
I must admit, my dreams have become somewhat climactic. In essence , what I would dare to do if ever the opportunity were to present itself, when will this be? Would I stand before you speachless? Afraid to look into those beautiful dark pools of yours. Often needing to know what's behind that sometimes mischievous grin. Knowing that this fallacy will end abruptly, I begin to calm myself, and think of you just as all of your adorning fans do. Unattainable, maybe not?
Who knows the possibilities are endless! Why not?
Currently listening:Only You By: Harry Connick Jr. Release date: 2004-02-03
Currently listening:Only You By: Harry Connick Jr. Release date: 2004-02-03
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