Life drains out slowly
Happiness is replaced with sorrow
Reasons for substitutions of bliss
Leave melancholic stains upon my cheeks
Hope seems out of reach
Yearning for terminal glee
Yielding unending woe
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
So it was brought to my attention that I have abandoned my blog...as most do. :)
We have lived in the GNO for a few days over a year now and I think this is actually becoming home. I miss Texas with ALL my heart, but I am pretty content with being here for now. With the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina a lot of the old media footage has resurfaced and I am seeing with a different perspective. I see the flood waters and peoples home and I know that in those pictures are houses...but in those houses are potentially people's loved ones. People had a general opinion that the people here had the chance to get out. Yes, those with reliable vehicles and access to transportation had a little bit of time. But everyday people like you and me were affected. So many of my clients lost their homes, families and memories in that disaster. Me? I was miffed that my mobile home was delivered late. But as I see these pictures and see places that I drive on a weekly basis...it breaks my heart and makes me realize how thankful I am for the blessings I have. Seeing those pictures makes me ache for those that lost loved ones and the phrase that comes into my heart is...that's my home. I live here. No, I wasn't here in 2005 and did not lose anyone or anything, but to see the growing pains from the disaster as well as the triumph from recovery, I feel pride for where I am now from.
Yes, New Orleans is about partying, drinking and being uninhibited.
But it is also about family, traditions, heritage, culture, togetherness and unity...those are the things I am proud to NOW be a part of. I am truly blessed.
We have lived in the GNO for a few days over a year now and I think this is actually becoming home. I miss Texas with ALL my heart, but I am pretty content with being here for now. With the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina a lot of the old media footage has resurfaced and I am seeing with a different perspective. I see the flood waters and peoples home and I know that in those pictures are houses...but in those houses are potentially people's loved ones. People had a general opinion that the people here had the chance to get out. Yes, those with reliable vehicles and access to transportation had a little bit of time. But everyday people like you and me were affected. So many of my clients lost their homes, families and memories in that disaster. Me? I was miffed that my mobile home was delivered late. But as I see these pictures and see places that I drive on a weekly basis...it breaks my heart and makes me realize how thankful I am for the blessings I have. Seeing those pictures makes me ache for those that lost loved ones and the phrase that comes into my heart is...that's my home. I live here. No, I wasn't here in 2005 and did not lose anyone or anything, but to see the growing pains from the disaster as well as the triumph from recovery, I feel pride for where I am now from.
Yes, New Orleans is about partying, drinking and being uninhibited.
But it is also about family, traditions, heritage, culture, togetherness and unity...those are the things I am proud to NOW be a part of. I am truly blessed.
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