May 2011

To blessed to be stressed

Forgive me Father for its been several weeks since my last confession. Actually it has been alot longer then that ,but my hope is that the hour I spent at the gospel tent at jazz fest will assuage the need to cleanse any more then a I already have. I am not really too geared up about it, but been being in good graces never hurt. There was a time in history when the clergy had some of the best jewelry around. Pope innocent X was strong in the bling department. Perhaps thats why Velazquez and later Bacon did some painting of the guy. I dont think he was beatified, a la John Paul. I am delighted JP is getting some votes. Anyway, at the moment I am feeling a little like Noah, fleeing the floods with the animals. I am not so sure that I am that holy, however there are a lot of animals in my car and the Mississippi is in the rear view mirror. I hate leaving, here is something so right about the tenor of New Orleans to me. I was recently told that I was too blessed to be stressed by a 300lb woman in a Childs medium white terrycloth sweat suit, as she eyed my burrito. I think she was right. There is so much good Juju out there and I am thankful for every bit of it.