Creative Therapy Catalyst 60
New Orleans.
The City of the Dead.
I am sure my pictures sucks - since I could not find a picture of what I wanted - and my memories of things are more visceral and scent-oriented.
But it makes me happy.
I stepped off the plane and knew instantly--I was Home. Capital H. There is just no other city I have been to yet that evokes that sort of feeling in me. I haven't been there since Katrina.
I will be going again soon. Soon.
I would like to forget why I was there in the first place. Maybe this time I can do more of the things I wanted to do rather than follow some lush around. There were so many spectacular things to see that I did get to see.
I had fun. I found hope. The air there makes me happy. And I love walking in the rain. What could be better?
