I am not the kind of person that is comfortable with uncertainty. I often tease about doing the dangle dance. After Katrina, I felt dangling. After the fire, I feel floating. I'm still floating and probably will be until I am able to return to the Chatette and begin again.
I chose this photo today from St. Louis to write a bit about. This unique deer plate/vase belonged to Nannie and Papa. I always loved it and it sat on their Maze Place dining room table on their beautiful lace table cloth most of the time. I loved having it in Cadrieu, often full of my roses and sometimes buddleia. It would sit on a lace doilie and sometimes it would sit on one of Nannie's two lace table cloths that I also brought with me. The lace table cloths didn't make it, but the deer did.
I did my best to get everything that was most meaningful to me and survived the fire to the vernissage cave. The deer made it. There are still items that I have no idea where they are or if they've been saved. Once I return, the work of cleaning up my survivors will begin.Changing gears again will be necessary. None of these photos can be reproduced. These are then. I don't know what the now is going to be.
I've decided that I need to take a lot of deep breaths, live with the new for a while, and then see how I feel. We're just going to be floating along and following the flow.
Happy Tuesday!
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