I don’t fancy myself a poet, but sometimes I “Brain Dump” when an experience defies explanation. I recently spent four days in New Orleans and felt as though my experience couldn’t really be put into words. It was so transformative and enjoyable however that I really wanted to document it. Here is my attempt to convey a little sliver of how it felt to be home in a place I don’t live.
Brain Dump: New Orleans Edition
Color
Jazz
Piano Keys
Drankin’
Potholes
Poverty
Po’boys
Rain, Sun, Sky
Sister Hugs
Satsumas
Essential Oils
4 Stray Cats
1 Stray Chicken
Longing, Wondering, Wandering
Curiosity About the Future
A Dragons Den
Possibility
Wild Lotus
Softening
Be Kind
Old Art, New Art, Body Art
“Reality is an illusion, albeit a very persistent one”