Hi. My name is Sooz. I live in the Lower Garden District in New Orleans, Louisiana… Oh my gods. Do you know how LONG I have been waiting to write that?! Years. YEARS. More so this past year, when I just kept waiting for it to be true. Let me say it again, because it…
Tag: moving
One Month Later…
Last weekend, J and I were driving down St. Charles Avenue and saw just about everyone out at Audubon park, wearing shorts and t-shirts and playing volleyball. Later on, last week, I was meandering through the garden center at Home Depot, the sun a gentle-warm on my back, the breeze wafting the smell of blooms…
On the Road, Off the Grid: Take Deux
If you can believe it, here we geaux again! Amazing. Just amazing. When J and I threw in our hat and came back to Colorado, this very moment right this second felt eternities away. Standing on the desolate shore of the Other Side of Summer, back in June, feeling disconnected and uncertain and failed and…
Mirrorworld
I am, I think, a slightly different person than the one that rolled out of Colorado nearly three months ago. How could one not be? I have a better sense of who I am, of what I want to do, the things I want to pursue, of what I’ll put up with (not much, ha),…
Recap 1: The Last Days of Colorado
*BVoooooM!* That is the sound I keep hearing in my head, now that I am back online. You know, that “Ham Radio Coming Back On the Air, Pump Up the Volume Style” sort of sound. Hello world, greetings from Louisiana. As I write this, I am drinking an Abita Jockamo IPA and am at the…
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…
Claustrophobic Pink Cookies, with Beads
The last couple of nights, when I’ve finally gone to sleep and not been wakened by my neighbors or my pacing dog, I’ve had some uber-random and somewhat goofy dreams. Like standing on a foggy bricky street corner with a handful of dream-friends (people I’ve never met in waking life) and showing them the really wild…
Open Gateways
I’d been feeling very nervous lately. The prospect of uprooting an entire life and moving it nearly across-country and starting over again is a big one. My husband J and I have already made a couple of tentative steps toward getting our ducks in a row. I had the “we’re going to try to move…
Follow Your Crazy 