let me come back to some joy

Let me come back to some joy.

It’s been a weekend of events. A new friend’s birthday lunch and pause for a bridal second line. A protest and march. Danny Barker Festival set up and an afternoon enjoying music and vegan food at the Congo Square Rhythm Festival. Sitting under a tent in the balmy afternoon, listening to two tired baby dolls recount their stage introductions of the high school bands as music filtered through the air, it was as pleasant a day as anyone could wish. On the way home, the Italian-American parade, with dance troupes and beauties on floats.

I will say the Hurricane Katrina, 20+ years later, is still a constant topic of conversation. A wound, not a scar. After talking about the mental health and economic issues left in the hurricane’s wake, new friend Andrea advised me to look at YouTube videos recorded by survivors.

I’m just getting started.