Kindra Arnesen. Badass.

29 07 2010

Kindra Arnesen, of Venice, Louisiana, is what you might call an accidental activist. That’s not to say she’s not wired for the job or not good at it, but I think it’s safe to say it’s not a role she cherishes or ever expected to be thrust into. She’s the wife of a Gulf fisherman and mother to two little children she evacuated from Venice for health reasons, no longer wanting to expose them to the toxic dispersants used by BP, not to mention the, you know, oil. She’s also an inspirational and fearless leader, a voice for the so-called “small people” of South Louisiana’s fishing communities. She’s feisty, sharp, and strong-willed, and I wouldn’t want to go up against her. However, knowing she’s out there, speaking truth to power without any hesitation, makes me feel better.

All of us down here and across the Coast — and, shoot, across this country — owe her a big thank you. So, Kindra, on the off-chance you ever see this, thank you, and please, I know the fight is long and tiring, but we need you. Keep it up.

Here are two videos that can better illustrate Kindra’s strength than I can with words:

Spilling Over  (The Washington Post – a powerful video about the possibility that Venice, LA will cease to exist altogether)

Venice, Louisiana Needs to Evacuate (YouTube — this is a speech Kindra gave back in June and was the first thing I saw about her)





My heart flows with the Mississippi

28 07 2010

Ahhh, it’s so very good to be home. Missed the whole Tropical Low/Depression/Storm/Depression/Low Bonnie drama, but thankful it all turned out ok. I’m happy to be back near the Mississippi River, and back in my beloved New Orleans. Below are a couple of pictures I took of the river one lazy afternoon. I swear I can sit and look at it for hours. It calms me, helps me daydream, makes me think, makes me feel happy to be here and to be alive, really. Love that river… Love my city.





“From this hour, freedom!”

21 07 2010

I’m leaving for a little vacation, sans computer, and won’t be back until next Tuesday evening. Until then, I leave you with a verse from one of my favorite pieces of poetry about traveling, and life…

“From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space;
The east and west are mine; and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought;
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me;
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me,
I would do the same to you.

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.”

– From Song of the Open Road, verse 5, by Walt Whitman





For all the Gulf critters

20 07 2010

I happily picked up my new Mignon Faget pelican pendant today, which benefits the Coalition to Restore Coastal Louisiana. If you’re not familiar with Mignon Faget’s work, she is local jeweler (and fifth generation New Orleanian!) who has been making beautiful pieces in sterling silver and gold for over 40 years. Her “Gulf Coast” collection contains gorgeous renderings of oysters, pelicans, redfish, speckled trout, and yellowfin tuna, all benefitting the Coalition to Restore Coastal Louisiana. This won’t stop my heartache for the animals, but hopefully I’ve helped them just a bit, and I’ll wear my pelican with pride.

Here’s a link to her online site and this specific collection, if you’re interested: http://www.mignonfaget.com/shop/category/gulf-coast.html





It’s the little things…

20 07 2010

And when I say “little,” I mean it. This tiny tomato from the plant in my courtyard may only make up less than a bite of my salad tonight at supper, but the smile he (yes, I am assigning this itty bitty tomato a gender) brings me is huge! I mean, is that not the cutest little homegrown tomato you’ve ever seen? Hope he tastes as good as he looks.





“Be still.”

19 07 2010

One more bit from the Dhammapada for today…

“Live in joy,
In love,
Even among those who hate.

Live in joy,
In health,
Even among the afflicted.

Live in joy,
In peace,
Even among the troubled.

Look within.
Be still.
Free from fear and attachment,
Know the sweet joy of the way.”

– from the Dhammapada (translated by Thomas Byrom)





“Come out from behind the clouds!”

19 07 2010

“However young,
The seeker who sets out upon the way
Shines bright over the world.

But day and night
The man who is awake
Shines in the radiance of the spirit.

Meditate.
Live purely.
Be quiet.
Do your work, with mastery.

Like the moon,
Come out from behind the clouds!
Shine.”

– from the Dhammapada (translated by Thomas Byrom)





House and vine become one

16 07 2010

Just around the corner from me here in the Treme, this house sits, perhaps in mid-repair, but definitely in beautiful decay. The vines and flowers have moved in and made themselves right at home, inhabiting it inside and out, while the blue “FEMA” tarp does its best to keep them out. It appears to be a losing battle.





Sunlight through the Spanish moss

14 07 2010

Is there anything more Southern, or more beautiful, than live oaks smothered in Spanish moss? Not to my mind… I took these three shots in Audubon Park, in uptown New Orleans. I especially love the first one with the sunlight streaming through the branches, as if lighting the tree from within.





Running of the Nola Bulls

12 07 2010

Who needs to go to Spain to see the famed running of the bulls? And, really, isn’t it all a bit barbaric? I mean, personally, I always root for the bulls versus the people tormenting them.

So it makes me happy that here in New Orleans, we’ve put our own unique twist on the Spanish tradition. This past Saturday morning at the early hour of 8AM, the French Quarter was filled with thousands of folks wearing the traditional white and red, waiting to run, and hundreds of bulls — or Big Easy Rollergirls dressed in red, bedecked with horns and plastic bats — ready for the chase. Not having enough time to get my act (and outfit!) together this year, I watched from the sidelines and snapped a few photos. It looked like so much fun, though, that next year I vow to be out there, dressed in white and red, running and shrieking with the best of them… Goodness, I love this town.








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