On true understanding…

The storyteller Kevin Kling once said to me, “A story is always about two things — what it’s about and what it’s really about.”

History is a story. News is a story. Everything that we buy is sold to us with a story. What others tell us about themselves is a story (and vice versa). What we believe and who we are is a story.

Most of the time, we just take the story at face value. We hear what it’s about and go with that…

This product will improve my life. This event happened the way I was told it happened. This person is who they say they are. I am who I say I am.

Everything we know about everything and everyone, we know because of a story. Either one we were told or one we told to ourselves.

True understanding of the world comes from not what the story is about, but taking the time to listen to what it’s really about. Because is is always about more than one thing and the thing it is really about is often obscured, intentionally or otherwise.

Baldwin & Co.

I have many days of Travelogue to back fill in, but our last stop before leaving New Orleans was this incredibly cool coffee shop/book store/podcast studio. Black owned, too! If I lived in NOLA I’d live there.

Travelogue: Day 5

Breakfast of beignets at Cafe du Monde. Bethany and I had drinks at Bacchanal, beer with friends at Zoey Mash, and Oysters on the half at Superior Seafood while Beatrix shopped with my sister. Then, we all met up with my Mom. A really good, fun, day. Heart full.

Travelogue: Day 4, Hazelhurst, MS

Handy Heights. Our family’s ancestral land. Four houses and 116 acres. My sister is in process of restoring it all, homes and trails, starting with our Great Grandparent’s house. So much more to say. I’ll end with visuals for now.

Travelogue Day 3 Food Highlights

  • Brunch at Two Sisters.
  • Great Beer and “Brewplomacy” at Courtyard Brewing.
  • Dinner with my sister at Elysian Bar.

Travelogue: Day 3 Thought

New Orleans, as my daughter’s friends would say, is a whole vibe. The way music fades in and out, smells drift and fleet, and the air crackles with happening. Always happening. No matter the day or time. Even when it’s sleeping it’s alive and I with it.