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I woke up in the 5 AM hour this morning. Quite normal, actually progress. I discovered I was out of half & half. A requirement for me – mostly my stomach. I went to the couch, and this wasn’t going to work. I can’t recall the last time I didn’t have a caffeine “fix” withinContinue reading “And Then There Is This”

I promised to share photos of the rest of my morning yesterday. I don’t usually add lots of captions, but here the captions tell the story. Here you go… And I’m still pondering if I’m going to tell that embarrassing story…

So I left the café and took another right turn toward the river. I find that being around water always comforts and calms me and there’s this cool place nearby. You go over the railroad tracks on a bridge and drop into a long walking trail along the Mississippi River. At the bottom of theContinue reading “Ceedamessenger – a continuation of The Big Easy?”

I work hard at being an optimist in a world that does not, at least outwardly, reward such naïveté. While walking this morning I came upon the situation represented by the image above. My heart sank. While here was this very bright red recently opened watermelon, it lay on the sidewalk having been “discarded” andContinue reading “Waste!”

First, a bit of context – I think I have mentioned, I rarely post when I am defending into struggle or at its depths. My evolution has been to “move the needle” a bit “backward”. In the depths of my struggle with cancer, I was forced to listen to my body. When your journey tanglesContinue reading “Noise & Tendency”

Restlessness is not foreign to me. It’s connected to anxiety. And the feeling certainly doesn’t feel “easy”. And with that thought I’m going to head out the door for a meander. Do I take my headphones and listen to a podcast? To upbeat music? To calming music? To the news? Do I head to Tremé?Continue reading “The Big Easy?”

Last Thursday (I know, as this is part of what I do) marked our halfway point here in NOLA. Interestingly, to me, I felt much differently at the halfway point in NOLA and NYC. In NYC, there was a real flow of sadness. A real sense of impending loss. Her in NOLA a sense ofContinue reading “A Nuanced Sentiment”