A particular type of magic happens in the deepest part of the South, where we live our lives below sea level. You can feel it every day if you're looking. But it's bigger and more alive during the weeks leading up to lent.
And also, like all things, even that seemed to change a little bit as we navigate this wildly weird time we find ourselves in.
I want to tell you this was the best, most magical Mardi Gras ever. I want to tell you that it exceeded even the infamous post-Katrina Mardi Gras Day. Maybe it was for some revelers, but it was a quieter, less obvious magical one for me.
And the "Mardi Gras Miracle" is that I was perfectly okay with soaking up the quieter parts and not forcing myself into the chaos in search of the in-your-face kinda magic.
Maybe it was my costume creation, Chiron in Taurus, which helped me show up in acceptance and compassion for my body and all the "health stuff" that had me wake up Tuesday feeling exhausted before the day even began. Or maybe it was simply the past few years of navigating the "health stuff" that knew the only way through was self-grace.
Either way, I danced a little, laughed a little, and conversed with strangers a little. And instead of taking photos, I simply closed my eyes and treasured the quieter magical moments. My favorite was the entire street of costumed revelers singing Professor Longhair so loud you could barely hear the brass band.
So whether it was the biggest, most magical Mardi Gras of your life, just another Tuesday, or somewhere in between, I encourage you to take this lenten time and do one kind thing for yourself each day. It can be as simple as looking in the mirror and saying, "Wow, look at that, I am marvelously made."