It was Sunday after the party. The little dog was in good spirits. Still high, maybe? Me, I had to drive down to Galveston to give a walking tour and bring some more books to Hendley Market. I was tempted to cancel, as I sometimes feel a bit faded after hosting a gathering, but I’m glad I went through with it as the people on the tour were very nice, and the cold morning gave way to a beautiful Island day, pretty enough to enjoy lunch outside at Maceo’s sitting under Ronnie’s tree, and definitely pretty enough to loiter with my friend later. As we walked to our favorite park, we talked about Mardi Gras and he had the most brilliant analysis of it. He said it’s like some sort of Vanity Fair – a display of the absurdity and shallowness we can all easily succumb to during our earthly journey. The beads are shiny and much coveted, but ultimately worthless. Still, people wait, hustle, push, and do crazy things to grab these trinkets and amass a vast collection of them that ultimately adds up to nothing. It’s a metaphor for the ways people blindly pursue money and status, which ultimately are also worthless from a spiritual point of view. I liked this analysis a lot, and I think that as a metaphor for all that glitters, Mardi Gras is a great opening act for Lent, when we all reflect on how transient we are and try to focus on our spiritual journey.
And on that note, good night. It’s barely 8:30pm, but I’m exhausted and in bed with my small stoner dog and the Fox Wife book. I’m looking forward to continuing my own spiritual journey by delving into the real of dreams.
