Tennessee Williams comes to New Orleans
or rather he never left.
Yes, it’s that time of year again when the Tennessee Williams Fest is happening and there is a lot going on. Tomorrow’s roster is chock a block full of interesting sessions and I will be there to be inspired – from Babydolls to Creole Women to Free People of Color, I plan to spend my day away from the usual and steeped in the interesting.
I met an incredible woman today who is working on a quilt for mothers of sons who died from gang violence and hope we can have a collaboration in the future as our goals align.
I hung two loads of laundry out in the backyard – so satisfying to take down the sun-warmed clothes and fold them into the wicker basket.
I’m still counting my few little hairs that sprouted, waiting for the others to join them in joy.
I saw E this morning and I was able to finally articulate what I think the perfect partner is – this has been a question that I’ve been unable to answer over the eight years I have dipped in and out of therapy – the perfect partner could speak their truth without fear.
I grew emotional when I discussed my home; it is no wonder I clung to the LaLa as I did, my vision of home, THE home. And now my vision is still about home, but in a much more pragmatic way. I did learn something there. Home is something I crave as I was the child of a gypsy, and home is something I’ll make no matter where I am.
I’m clear about my life’s work and I have the tools in front of me to make my vision a reality. Everyone is rooting for me on this one.
Today was a good day, a day when what seemed impossible before seems probable now.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
~ Tennessee Williams