Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


Baby did a bad, bad thing. Baby being me, and the bad, bad thing being not posting in far too long a while. Well I've been busy experiencing a great change in my daily existence that includes a new job that I can really get my creative positive energies into. After languishing in the Lake Pontchartrain Northshore area since February not sure of what to do with myself and feeling more than a little out of sorts, things have improved dramatically. I met someone, and through her encountered a work opportunity that was too perfect to pass up. Now I'm part of a team that's readying a yoga studio and wellness center for its grand (re)opening on the shores of the Tchefuncte River in Covington, LA. There are many many more images to display but here are a few that can start to get across the feeling of tranquility embodied by the "office" here at Three Rivers Sanctuary. Above, a view of the main lodge (this place was used for decades by the big wigs at St. Paul's Catholic School as a retreat center) with two team members' vehicles below. Thanks to Ca$h for Clunker$ I'm now driving a brand new 2010 Prius that gets between 50 and 60 mpg. Brilliant!

The new yoga studio was built right above the waters of Sheriff Bayou, a little offshoot of the Tchefuncte River framed by moss-dripping cypress and oak trees. The lodge is connected to the studio via a raised walkway, seen here.

A gazebo sits on the banks of the Tchefuncte, and it's an ideal place ot sit and contemplate things as the boats go past, stirring up the water and sometimes disturbing our little insect friends.

This place has a lot of healing waters, some of which can be found in the resident swamp/wood duck refuge. Here are some creative plants on display.

The Fleur de Lis has become THE symbol of New Orleans and the surrounding gulf coast area after Hurricane Katrina came through in 2005. Here on the property there are remnants left over from the former owners, little artifacts of a time long gone. Yet here we see old being reinterpreted as new. Life goes on, as does meaning and interpretation. What a treat to be here.


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