To New Orleans. We are moving. To New Orleans. We are. Moving to. New Orleans. We. Are. Moving. To. New. Orleans. We’re moving to New Orleans. No matter how many times I say that, it still scarcely seems real. But it does, at the same time. We are ridiculously excited! Last Friday, I was standing…
Month: February 2012
Weighing Decisions
I have played things fairly safe, my entire life. For example, when I graduated from college in New Mexico, back in the day, I had no obligations to anything. I could have gone anywhere. But, I did the smart thing, and came to Colorado, where my folks are, because they were happy to help me…
Voodoo Jar, Part 3
Voodoo Jar finale and job-interview update, all in one. Last week was sitting-on-eggshells stressful. After a smashing 1st interview, J proceeded to hear nothing for the entire rest of the week. I spent all day, every day, glued to my phone, waiting for a text or a call from him letting me know that he…
Mardi Gras
Happy Mardi Gras, world! Greetings, from my desk, for I am at work. Just about everywhere else, save for New Orleans and other places along the Gulf Coast, today is just a Tuesday. The same holds true where I’m at…but I’m doing the best I can. I’ve got the Mardi Gras Parade Cam running, via…
Voodoo Jar, Part 2
This will, I’ve discovered, become a 3-part series. Last night, I sat down to finish the painting on the Voodoo Jar by completing the other side with Agwe’s veve. Immamou is the name of his ship. It’s strange, but I hadn’t thought of this until it reoccurred to me last night while painting, but Agwe is said to be a…
Looked After
Something, or someone, is looking after me this morning in the smallest, yet most helpful, ways. My husband inadvertently stole my lighter this morning. I’m fairly certain it was not on purpose. His stuff and my stuff were all sitting in one pile, and I figure he just grabbed it all and ran. I laughed. …
A Week’s Miscellany
Last night, I found myself sitting in a meeting room among a group of people with whom I was employed, but that I do not actually know. The meeting table was an ovular streamlined design, the walls half cherry wood, half exposed brick. It was at once professional, and artsy. We were, from what I gathered,…
Voodoo Jar, Part 1
In the interests of pushing our energies toward a successful facilitation of The Move, we have started making a Voodoo jar for that purpose. I call it a “Voodoo Jar” but it would fall more into the category of a “Witch Jar” or hoodoo, or your basic variety of root magic. The Witch Jar, or…
Interview Update
My brain, in the cramped confines of my skull, has been pacing back and forth like a squirrel on crack since Monday. Did we get it? Are we going? J’s phone interview with his employment prospect in New Orleans went very, very, VERY well. They were on the phone together for over an hour, and…
Follow Your Crazy 