it might be today, New Orleans LA
We passed this little house, tucked away and abandoned in the midst of a residential area of NOLA. Just a few random turns from the French quarter, where our legs carried us. Then these words appeared, and made us stop in mid-track. Our eyes and hearts stopped with them, in front of the wall: “tell my mother I love her”… Final words are not new words. They have been swimming inside us for a long long time, rising and sinking back with the shifting tides of the soul. It was a good reminder to say them out loud, today. ‘There is no time like the present’ might sound corny, but it rings of the deepest, simplest truth.