The Enchanted Journey: Vieux Carré
Growing up, my aunt and I used to dream of going to Mardi Gras together, but beyond that fantasy, I had never been east of Southwest, let alone to Louisiana. Still, the familiarity was so close, it was almost as if I could literally grab on to it. The feeling to go seemed to be based on familiarity, as if it was a something I could tangibly recall, both in my mind and in my heart. I could easily paint the picture in my mind of what the experience was going to be like.
Being a mystic, I half expected to see glimpses of the dearly departed mingling amongst the living or supernatural essences dancing with the natural beauty of the breathtakingly beautiful city. Little did I know, stepping off the plane that I was in for much more than I could have ever imagined.
My experience went beyond any awakening. Instead, it truly felt like a homecoming. The depth of the connection of the steady hum of the energy in those who had lived and who do live there was expansive and all consuming. The energetic wave that crashed over me, through me and became me was not supernatural, it was so much more intense than that. It was like fire dancing in my soul, burning intensely and filling the air in of my lungs and the blood in my veins.
The essence of the energetic connection was human, both the residual of those who had walked the brick lined streets before us and those who were breathing life into the streets today with the promise of more to come tomorrow. The streets of the Quarter, lined with old beautiful brick buildings, ornate doors, worn and tangled walkways and secret gardens hidden just behind the colorful worn-down walls, all held promises of stories to be shared to those who want to listen. There is a raw beauty that exists within the charismatic allure of the people who live in the Quarter. The finger of humanity sits heavy in the Quarter and the surrounding area with laughter, celebrations and the incomparable cuisine without forgetting to remind us of the ugly parts of history, making the human experience an undeniable existence rather than just a reflection of the past.
The perseverance of the community that exists there is to me every bit of the human essence and experience. This vibration of energy was like a steady lifeline, feeding the connection of my soul to this existence. My time in the French Quarter left me feeling more grounded, more connected and more enamored with that strong mystical energy and myself. Thank you Vieux Carré for such an enchanting experience.
xo Holly
