Open to All

There is a religion in New Orleans that I don’t know.

In this religion the windows open outward.

The joy vibrates and you are asked, “Are you Italian?” No?”

Then you are told about the blessed bean.

St Joseph

In this religion, hands wave, the food is spread and waiting.

Sometimes the religion is about the saints. Sometimes it’s about the floats you worked on for six weeks until you got it just right.

St. Paddy's Day

Sometimes it’s about your group, your tribe, the feathers you sewed onto your costume and made resplendent for all to see.

Always, this religion invites.

Super Sunday

In the streets or in the church or in the house: open to all.

That’s my kind of God.

here’s to creative synthesis . . .

 

creative synthesis, God, Mardi Gras Indians, saints, spirituality, St. Joseph, St. Paddy's Day, tribe

Comments (6)

  • Perhaps we could all become Italian–surely there is a way. See the movie “Mostly Martha” which hints at the possibility/

      • Hmm…I’ve had some trouble with comments on there. I changed it to a pop-up comment system because the embedded version wasn’t working. Do you have a pop-up blocker enabled? If the pop-up troubleshooting doesn’t work, let me know via email and I’ll see if I can mess with it further. I think it requires you to have as Google ID–if you have a gmail account, it would be that login.

        I’m glad to know you’re reading! Sometimes it feels like writing into the ether, and yet, it’s still good for me. 🙂 I have really enjoyed yours as well…your posts are so thoughtful, and somehow, no matter the topic, peaceful. This is also good for me.

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