This process of heading out again to Cadrieu from New Orleans has been an interesting one. So many feelings of home have been always bubbling just below the surface. It's been quite a juggling act keeping them in check. I've done a pretty good job of pushing them below the surface...until now. One by one, they are escaping. They've been kept in the mist and the far recesses of my heart, mind and soul. The closer departure, the more frequently they appear. It's as if they come from some fairy tale, Brigadoonish place, in shades of pastels and mist to become the reality I remember.
On my bike to Tulane one day last week, I was riding over the Jeff Davis Overpass that crosses I-10. It's very steep. I need no interference and no wind in my face to be able to make it over without getting off my bike. Walking up, the sunrising to my left, the time of day, it hit me just as I hopped back on...I'll be sitting a my table journaling again soon. I was there. It was heaven. I'm ready.
I wonder which bubble will be escaping next. Happy Friday!
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