Whenever I find myself in the environs of Baton Rouge on Christmas Eve, I head south on a little excursion on River Road following the levee on the east bank of the Mississippi River towards New Orleans. My destination is St.James Parish, some 20 to 30 miles upriver from New Orleans. St.James Parish is home to the communities of Lutcher, Gramercy, and Paulina. I’ve spent a lot of time in this area during my college years, so this is a special place for me. Continue reading Fire Of Joy,‘feu de joie, St. James Parish
For Miriam who never loses faith…
One way to understand the situation between the river, the city and the rest of the country is to see the division the river seems to necessitate, nearly straight down the middle of the United States, an intermediate temporal boundary between east and west that actually solidifies at the environs of New Orleans.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
Catch the blue train, places never seen before; look for me, somewhere down that crazy river. -Robbie Robertson
My personal spiritual observation of the Mississippi River was a slowly evolving study in its reverence. Sure I was taught the basic geography and history of its grandeur in school but that was only part of the story. Time would teach me to connect the dots, to place geography and history into the greater breeding ground of the soul. Continue reading Of The River and the City- Part 2