It’s been 20+ years now, but I’ll never forget my telephone interview with several people on the campus of the University of Louisiana Monroe, at that time Northeast Louisiana University. Like a good job candidate, I had done some online research and viewed a number of photographs of the campus.
So when they invited me to ask them questions, I had one ready. “Are there any fish in the river that runs through campus?” I asked.
They laughed. And then, in unison, they said, “That’s not a river. That’s a bayou.”
Black Bayou Lake was formed when the railroad tracks at the west end of the lake prevented what was already a wetland from draining back into Bayou Desiard. It is one of my favorite places to go when my heart and mind and spirit need #rest.
Taking a cue from St. Francis of Assisi, the bayou is my sister, the cypress trees my brothers and all the creatures my extended family. Laudato si’!