Actually, it is on a dish towel I bought in New Orleans this past trip.
” Here in the South, we don’t HIDE CRAZY. We parade it around on the porch and give it a cocktail. And second, (which happens to be my life philosophy) life’s journey is not to arrive safely at the grave in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, “Holy Cow, ” what a ride!”
A mere dream in 1997, has become our reality. After a first visit to New Orleans, and spending much time here over the last 16 years, we have finally purchased a home. It is moving week, from the house we leased for a year to be sure we liked it here as much as we thought.
Living in the residential area of the F.Q is fantastic. I love being able to just walk everywhere. I love seeing the local people walking their dog. It is even funny to watch the way too drunk person run into poles, as i peer from my balcony.
But, it is a life change, and brings with it fear of changes. While we will still keep our house in TX as well, and split our time. “My Life”, “My Friends”, are all in TX. And, yet while here my creativity surges. I feel alive, free-spirited, less responsible, almost a little guilty.
i am reminded of a favorite quote
|All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ~Havelock Ellis