It feels so good to be back with my blog community! But I must say, taking the break I did was much needed. I think “overdue” is a more accurate term. It’s a hard adjustment and one I always claim to be managing well, but I’m learning a few lessons about being still when my body says so. I tend to regularly operate without an adequate amount of quality sleep, but depriving the mind and body of ample rest and relaxation can present symptoms no one should ignore. I’ve enjoyed traveling and everything else I’ve done this year, but I think I’m going to slow it down for at least the next month or so and enjoy some less stressful activities, like visiting museums, theaters, and sports venues. Hopefully the Spring weather will finally catch up with its season so I can simply bask in the beautiful sunshine at the beach.
This week I tried a little something new. I know I’m late partaking in these popular events but hey – better late than never! It was the perfect therapeutic exercise and something I had no idea I’d enjoy so much. If you have an appreciation for art, paint & sip type events are the way to go. It’s a simple concept – you paint while sipping your drink of choice. I attended one with an instructor that was so encouraging, supportive, and such a blast to be around I felt completely inspired. Not only did I enjoy myself, but I’ve become so interested in painting techniques I may just find a class or someplace where I can learn more about the fine art of canvas painting. I’ve invested in so many other artists’ work over the years, why not invest in my own instead! Who knows, I could be so lucky as to have my series in a Royal Palace. LOL
I trust you all to not be too brutal, so kindly share your thoughts on my first piece.
During my air travel to Florida this past December, I captured the brilliance of the sun from such a fantastic vantage point.
These still photos were taken as we were departing North Carolina, just as the sun began to rise to a perfect shine over the horizon.
This video was caught during our descent, as the clouds enhanced the view of such a perfect circle of light appearing to pulsate in the sky.
Genesis 1: 14 And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years, 19 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fourth day.
Oh how I love the word prompts of today, especially for the memories they inspire. As soon as I saw the word “intrepid” I immediately thought of my years of growing up in New York City. It’s safe to say my friends and I were intrepid teenagers, but those aren’t the memories I’m sharing today.
The few years following high school graduation were particularly full of excitement and mischievous behavior for us young adults, discovering more of what the “streets” had to offer outside the clutches of our overprotective parents. One night we all took a trip to the big city for a party on the USS Intrepid. Special Ed, a popular hip hop artist at the time, was performing for a huge publicity event. It was one of our many adventurous outings of those days, with the added anticipation of meeting who we considered to be a local celebrity (raised in Brooklyn). Not sure who remembers but Special Ed’s song “I Got It Made” was a hit on the party scene back then, howbeit he was never quite considered “big league.”
Anyway, I remember dancing all night long, being silly with my friends, and of course checking out the fellas, but I also remember being amazed at how all of the night’s events were happening on an old aircraft carrier from World War II and the Vietnam War. As a teenager I can’t say I cared too much, considering the opportunity we were given. At this moment, however, it disgust me to think we were actually allowed to party on an vessel where Navy men made the ultimate sacrifice decades prior.
Eventually I made it back to the Intrepid Sea, Air, and Space Museum, now a National Historic Landmark. I don’t have any original pictures but here are some courtesy of the internet.
A few weeks ago I traveled to the Dominican Republic for a friend’s wedding. I’d heard so many things about this popular “romantic getaway” destination, but turns out it’s a great vacation for a loving mother and son duo too.
We stayed at a beautiful all-inclusive resort in Punta Cana and it was worth every penny. As much as I love eating, I can easily say the buffets were where I got most of my return on investment. Well, there and the bar – best Pina Coladas I’ve ever had! I was truly in paradise.
I’ve always felt a little indifferent about beach weddings because the thought of dressing up to spend time on a beach seemed oxymoronic to me. I have to admit this experience changed my mind and my life because everything about the wedding was absolutely beautiful. Not only did the beach set the stage for breathtaking backdrops both live and in pictures, but such an intimate venue shared with a small gathering of family and friends made this ceremonial occasion even more special.
I would definitely visit Punta Cana again, but preferably when I have more time to venture out on some of their thrill-seeking excursions. Me in an ATV or zip lining ought to make for an interesting story (after recovery).
My son and I took a road trip to Virginia a while back. We decided to take the scenic route, but after staring at nothing but cars, streetlights, and old houses along the way, I was happy to finally relax in the passenger seat enjoying this breathtaking view. It went on for miles and I just stared out the window appreciating God’s creations. At times I wish I’d captured video, but that wouldn’t have allowed me to be present in the moment.
The day before I entered middle school, I had an accident while playing outside with my brother. I remember running up and down the street trying to escape him in a game of tag. Then I ran up the walkway to our house and jumped over the short hedges down into our driveway. It was only about 6 feet deep and I’d done it hundreds of times up until that point, so imagine my surprise when I landed face first onto the concrete. Oh, it was a bloody mess? My pant leg had gotten caught on one of the branches and I just toppled over. One side of my face was badly bruised, but the worst part was a busted lip and loose tooth. As you can imagine I was most concerned about showing up for my first day at a new school looking like I’d suffered my first fight. OMG!
One of the classes I planned on starting my 7th grade year was band. I was so looking forward to playing the French Horn, knowing most kids my age struggled with such a difficult instrument, but I was going to be an exception. Boy was I disappointed when the band teacher told me it would be close to impossible. Unfortunately, the big fat swelling on my lip interfered with proper placement in the mouthpiece, preventing the correct embouchure. I literally cried, which could’ve also been a disaster for a newbie in middle school.
Well, I persevered and went on the play the trombone for six years, which was probably the best turn of events stemming from what seemed to be so catastrophic to a teenager. I became lead trombone player in high school and enjoyed playing for assemblies, concerts, and graduations. I also went on to become Senior Class Treasurer, but that’s a story for another day.