The Old Coffee Pot

"I think about the will of a plant to live, its fight towards the sun, each leaf positioning itself like a small solar panel. Along with its struggle against gravity, and its own demise." These words by artist Carmen Almon, strike a cord with me this morning. So much of this quotation applies to me and my struggle to keep my face turned towards the light, the inspiration of my soul.
Reading Thomas Moore's, Care of the Soul, reminds me to take care of mind, body, spirit and soul.
I get so caught up in day-to-day living, I often forget to just let my soul shine.

Soul shining is something we understand in New Orleans. When I was a high school student in New Orleans, I weekly traveled via the bus into the French Quarter and sat with and talked to the local artist. I had a cup of coffee at the Old Coffee Pot on St. Peter's Street. Observe, even St. Peter was there to guide my soul. The beautiful bathroom at the Royal Orleans Hotel, the site of the slave auction block, served as a place to find a pit stop. My friends and I would go up on the roof-top and view the Quarter from above the street. Quite a grand view. So Grande that we had Linda Fauchaux, our resident artist, draw it and we painted it on a mural for our Junior Prom at St. Mary's Dominican High School.

Lots of soulfulness can be observed in our French Quarter and around town. The St. Claude (another soul catcher) area has become the second artist conclave since Katrina. Many galleries, and performance venues have opened up in this area where the old Desire Street car once carried artist from another age to their final destinations.


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