Joy as Defiance
posted 10 hours ago #
My wife loves New Orleans. We started going a few years ago and I was also struck by how different it feels there. Aesthetically it is unlike anywhere else I've been in the United States - different vegetation, architecture, vibes. It's a city known for partying and drinking (as Nashville is now) but it's a city rich with intense history of the French, African, Spanish, Caribbean and dashes of so many others. There is a partying culture there as well but t wasn't until I attended a proper Mardi Gras that something unique struck me; a feeling of unbridled, unencumbered joy. It took me a minute but I understood why she was enamored.
That feeling wasn't the alcohol. It wasn't anything spurred on by chemical forces in the slightest. Standing on the sidelines of a walking parade, I saw hundreds of people in DIY costumes marching to a brass band. I've seen hundreds more people celebrating Beans, wildly inventive costumes made from legumes and embracing puns. I've seen a pop-up parade of the outlandishly positive - marching joyfully against crimes in Palestine. I've seen floats beyond my imagination - Macy's is amateur hour after you've seen a blocks long alligator. I'd heard the term "joyful noise" before but you can feel it from every corner during Mardi Gras.
Then I saw this post that articulated the defiant nature of embracing joyfulness in a time that is riddled with misery. It sounds like a message on a stitched pillow: "Embrace Joy." But so what? It hit me just right. This isn't about ignoring the pains of the world but remembering to celebrate the positive things, community and allowing goodness to overcome that heft. In a place riddled with its own set of unique pains, New Orleans somehow manages to let that goodness out.
I post this primarily to share these words and hope that you'll find some way to integrate this into your life. Even if its just a few days a year.
That feeling wasn't the alcohol. It wasn't anything spurred on by chemical forces in the slightest. Standing on the sidelines of a walking parade, I saw hundreds of people in DIY costumes marching to a brass band. I've seen hundreds more people celebrating Beans, wildly inventive costumes made from legumes and embracing puns. I've seen a pop-up parade of the outlandishly positive - marching joyfully against crimes in Palestine. I've seen floats beyond my imagination - Macy's is amateur hour after you've seen a blocks long alligator. I'd heard the term "joyful noise" before but you can feel it from every corner during Mardi Gras.
Then I saw this post that articulated the defiant nature of embracing joyfulness in a time that is riddled with misery. It sounds like a message on a stitched pillow: "Embrace Joy." But so what? It hit me just right. This isn't about ignoring the pains of the world but remembering to celebrate the positive things, community and allowing goodness to overcome that heft. In a place riddled with its own set of unique pains, New Orleans somehow manages to let that goodness out.
I post this primarily to share these words and hope that you'll find some way to integrate this into your life. Even if its just a few days a year.


















