Posted in Dreams, Family, Joy, Life, Love, Photography, Travel, Vacation, tagged Alive n Active, Arizona, Grand Canyon, Mount Humphreys, Mustang Convertible, Saguaro, Sedona, Thanks God! peace to You on April 29, 2021| 3 Comments »
It’s what keeps us alive!
May every 12 year old (and the rest of us) climb 10k feet to play in the snow, descend to the desert going 100 mph in a Mustang convertible, perch on the edge of the Grand Canyon and play in the red rocks of Sedona in the span of 24 hours!
Carpe Diem, Baby!!💕
Posted in Christianity, Faith, Family, God, Honoring, Inspiration, Lent, Love, Prayer, Religion, tagged Bible, Christianity, Devotionals, Exit from sin, Faith, Family, Friendship, Genesis 19:16, God, Harry Edenfield, Inspiration, Jesus, Lent, Linger no longer, Lot, Love, Mercy, new beginnings, Prayer, Religion, Remember me, Spirituality on February 27, 2020| 3 Comments »
Harry Edenfield, a Christian author, offers a thought-provoking daily devotional for this season of Lent.
Today’s verse is from Genesis 19:16: “But Lot lingered. So the angels seized him and his wife and his two daughters by the hand, the Lord being merciful to him, and they brought him out and set him outside the city.”
Edenfield reflects, “Lord God, your servant Lot lingered in Sodom. Sometimes I love my chosen place too much. You urge me to leave my sin spot.
I linger.
I linger even if it may be injurious to my loved ones. Remember me: I, too, need an escort from the magnet of sin.
As we leave together, Holy Spirit, urge me to have no regret about the exit from sin. Urge me not to look back.”
Amen.
Posted in Band, Children, Christianity, Faith, Family, God, Life, Music, Parenting, Photography, Prayer, The South, tagged Atlanta CV, Braving the Wilderness, Brené Brown, Carolina Gold, Disabilities, Down Syndrome, Faith, Heat Wave, Hurricane Barry, Kalamazoo Legends, Louisiana Stars, Millbrook, Southern Knights, Southwind, Spirituality, Summer Vacation, Tropical Storm, Weather on July 14, 2019| 5 Comments »
Braving Hurricane Barry, I put in my 9 hours’ morning work yesterday and took off at 3pm to go see Jonathan and Southwind’s last performance in the state before they left at 11pm for the rest of their national tour.
The neighborhood was in the middle of flooding but I took advantage of sneaking out between storm bands (no pun intended) to get on the interstate..
It was at least a 3 hour drive upstate, pounding rain and – thank You God – for a friend recommending audio books, so it was me and Brené Brown and her recent book on “Braving the Wilderness” (how à propos!), white-knuckling it up to Millbrook, AL. I had a mission, to see my kid, his band, the competition with other bands, to make good on a promise to get there and to deliver two corn dogs and a large hot fudge milk shake into the hands of said kid.
He reinforced a couple of times (despite my texts to move things up) that it would have to be AFTER the show (which would be circa 10pm) lest he barf up Sonic on the pristine football field and cost his team points.
Because they had the “home state advantage,” Southwind went last. But preceding them were several truly awesome drum corps, competing for a title.
One was Southern Knights, an all-age drum corps (and I saw young as 10, old as 70s) which rocked the stadium kicking off the competition.
In the middle were bands from Atlanta, the Carolinas, Florida, Louisiana and Michigan.
I would like to point out that I was most impressed with the Louisiana Stars from Lafayette, LA – which happened to be from just a hair north of Barry’s landfall, so these kids were safe and sound inland but probably internally freaking out how their families, pets and homes were faring during the storm which made landfall while they practiced here.
Louisiana Stars – God bless those in the path of Hurricane Barry.
The band from Kalamazoo, MI won, Legends, with their extraordinary drill team posing as Sirens of the Sea en masse, along with a dramatic story line about life in the sea with the gods and goddesses.
The Sirens did a creative wave number to the sound of my beloved sea waves, their long hair sweeping to and fro, emulating the waves of the beckoning sea
This drill team evidently was taught to seduce and interact with the audience with their hair-flips, alluring smiles and seductive beckonings. a perfect opening that wowed and wooed the judges.
With Southwind hosting, their last-on-program/late performance was stellar, nonetheless – and, compared to last week’s dress rehearsal (see previous post), the musicians were phenomenally precise, more artistic, theatrical and in the groove. I am excited for the rest of their tour and am confident they will rock the rest of the country!
Southwind’s precision
They handled the “cages” more expertly tonight…intentional in trapping their prey and skillfully orchestrating the profound exhilaration of freedom
Drilling the Drill Team – they rocked!!
That semi holds a place for each instrument, supply and uniform
Southwind Mom’s Truck
Thank You, God, for children and their pursuits, for infusing them with talents, skills and interests that contribute to our world’s arts, sciences and teaching them all manner of What Life’s About.
God, please bless Southwind and all the kids this summer who are devoting themselves to greater purposes which ultimately make us better people and make the world a better place. May they go on to serve You in whatever capacity You deem appropriate.
(Here, Jonathan’s brother with Down syndrome pipes up, “Mama, you tired of Southwind?” Mama answers, “No, David, I’m tired FROM Southwind last night, not tired OF Southwind!”) David says, “We’re tired from rains and storms,” to which mama says, “Yes, David, and why we’re going to bed early tonight….”
Night night co-musers!
Posted in Band, Children, Family, Life, Parenting, Photography, The South, Travel, tagged Caged, Drum & Bugle Corps, Family Fun, Freedom, God Does Things, God is Love, Marching Bands, Southwind, Summer Vacation, The Cage, Touring, White Gloved Lady, You’re Always Right! on July 7, 2019| 4 Comments »
Today marks the start of the annual tour for Southwind, an elite drum and bugle corps representing the Southeast region’s best percussion and brass players.
(Oh, and coincidentally, today marks this blog’s 8th anniversary – thank you to all my readers and friends for 8 incredible years!!! xxxooo). Back to Southwind:
They will travel nearly 6,000 miles in six weeks, performing and competing in cities throughout the Eastern seaboard and the Midwest, culminating with a world class competition at the Colt’s football stadium in Indianapolis.
Southwind began 40 years ago and carefully selects its members from rigorous auditions and recommendations. This year, its members hail from 15 states. Lucky for us (and our son who plays the euphonium), they chose our county as Ground Zero for their many weeks of rehearsal camps leading up to today, so we didn’t have to go far to visit him.
Last night they held their dress rehearsal, before they leave tonight for Valdosta, GA, their first stop on the tour circuit. We will catch up with Southwind again next Saturday in upstate Alabama for one of their competitions, before they head north for New Jersey, Pennsylvania, New Hampshire, Michigan and points beyond.
Some highlights from yesterday:
The schedule is dizzyingly intense, with few breaks
Shoe blow-out is common – these students engage in marathon-training conditions in blistering heat and are fed special high-energy diets and go through gallons of water a day
Did I say “blistering heat?” This was what the sign said yesterday as I was leaving camp at 4:30pm
The supplies and resources necessary to pull off a tour of this magnitude are phenomenal. How every detail comes together is a miracle of the many staff and volunteers who expertly think of everything!
You just never know who’ll show up on tour with Southwind!
(wonder if this guy ever wishes he’d taken up the trumpet instead?) Everyone helps haul the instruments, props and supplies
Meals are served outdoors and consist of lots of high protein, high carb foods. I’m told that spicy and sugary foods are off the list for the most part.
It takes a crew to wash the uniforms, a crew to cook and clean up, a crew to keep track of the students, a crew to organize and pull off the tour, etc. Check out the Southwind website to see their talented Visual Staff and Percussion Staff.
Warming up on the field while the rest of the Corps unloads
Full percussion warming up with brass getting ready behind (note everyone’s gallon jugs precisely at their sides)
Just like a pro ball team, each position/section has its coaches. For the Corps, this includes experts in fine-tuning (literally, as in ensuring drums are properly tuned). The coach listens to each drum carefully, getting down to drum-level with his ear and instructs each player accordingly to ensure perfection.
Each instrument has to be inspected, each day
For each performance, they have a very short amount of time to assemble all instruments, props and supplies, so they learn, among other skills, how to, um, for lack of a better term, haul ass
The drum majors take the field. Yes, that is a roller coaster in the far background but it was so hot we didn’t see anybody on the rides!
The dress rehearsal turned into an un-dress rehearsal, as the searing heat even after the sun went down, prompted them to spare the uniforms for the tour and they did the rest of rehearsal in their bibbers (and white gloves – never ditch the white gloves, so sayeth the Lady, no matter what the conditions!)
The choreography, precision and talent are mind-blowing!
The performers put their heart and soul into each note
This year’s show is called, “The Cage,” in four movements. The first movement portrays what it is like to feel caged – the constraint, the sacrifice of self, the pain of stuck-ness. The second movement illustrates the frenzied attempts to break out of the cage, unsuccessfully.
Movement three is about what we might call learned helplessness, or accepting our circumstances, perhaps complacency and/or ditching the dream to be free and happy. Choosing to settle. Learning to be “happy” and giving up on potential.
In the last movement, the cage finally opens and we experience the joy of true freedom, being able to live life to its fullest capacity and the relief of being out in the open at last.
The show is copyrighted so we are forbidden to upload videos of the performance (plus we don’t want to give our secrets away to our competition before the tour!), else I would have loved to share the power of the sound and theatrics this talented group of students and staff produce.
And, just like a ball team, they have their own mini-ambulance
Away from the action, empty hangers, backpacks and instrument cases line the fence
Ready to roll up the road to the next venue!
I caught up with him after last year’s show in Hiram, GA
Thanks, God, for opportunities You give us and our children to exercise talents, discover new skills and to experience great adventures. Thank You for freeing us of the many cages of our own making in which we ensnare ourselves….and may we always fully trust and be free in Christ.
(This hot summer – and now 16 and driving! – he values a shorter haircut than last year lol) – Godspeed, Jonathan William and all of Southwind!
Posted in Beach, Christianity, Disabilities, Down Syndrome, Faith, Family, God, Honoring, Hope, In Memoriam, Inspiration, Life, Love, Photo A Week, Photography, Postaday, Weekly Photo Challenge, tagged Anonymity, Building trust, Cubs, Culture, Death, Dementia, Down Syndrome, Endings, Gulf of Mexico, Hurricane Katrina, Journey of love, Love, love my bff!, Marathons, new beginnings, praying for His will, Spirituality, Sunsets, This is it!, Wisdom on May 24, 2019| 4 Comments »
Sometimes we ask, “How does this end?”
But does it really ever end? Or are endings really new beginnings?
Here are some of my favorite “endings” that actually opened the most amazing doors to new beginnings:
The end of anonymity – red flag hair day unexpectedly revealed last Sunday. God reigns in all things!
Thank You, God, for endings, which usher in brand new opportunities and beginnings. You are the Omega and the Alpha, and everything in between. You’ve got this! May we all embrace endings as we would beginnings….both bring new life and growth.
Posted in Art, Beach, Christianity, Church, Faith, Family, God, Honoring, Humor, In Memoriam, Love, Photo A Week, Photography, Postaday, Religion, Weekly Photo Challenge, tagged 3D, Ashes to Ashes, ♥tla♥, Camellias, Cremation, Death, Dementia, Depth of Field, Episcopal Church, God has a sense of humor!, Laughter, Prayer, Reburial, Spirituality, St James, Storytelling, Sunsets, thank you!, you promised my mother and she won’t rest until... on February 10, 2019| 4 Comments »
Depth is critical. Without it, life is two-dimensional and only has length and height.
3D, however, is by far richer because it adds depth. And depth adds dimension, perspective and soothes the mind, heart and soul because it helps bring things to life, and life into focus.
Similarly, in photography, depth of field allows us to discern distance between what is in focus while keeping an eye on what lies beyond.
Note that neither concept embraces looking back.
Ironically, last week before this post came out, I had captured a shot down by the bay that I’d sent to my blogging buddy, Mr. 3D, for his feedback, since he has a really good eye for photography, creativity and all things beachy keen.
My mother’s favorite flower was the camellia, a flower she paid handsomely for to enjoy in her native Chicago, but which grows abundantly here where she chose to live out her last years with me. So I always think of her in the winter when the camellias bloom so beautifully like this.
Some of you may be aware that I laid my mother to rest, summer before last.
Or so I thought!
In an odd and truly unusual religious turnaround, the priest sought me privately after church last week and made a very unexpected confession. “Er, I believe we found what appears to be more of your mother’s ashes, back in the sacristy. What would you like us to do?”
You see, the priest had been hit by a drunk driver the week before mother died (fortunately he was alright after a few weeks of recovery), so the interim priest did the funeral and interred her ashes in the church memorial garden.
I know mother was buried because I and my family was there in vivo to participate in the solemn event. We wept. We joined hands. We sang hymns and prayed. The children scooped grandmother into the earth. Rites were performed.
We said goodbye. Forever.
There was apparently some miscommunication about a second box that turned up long after what the rest of us thought was the actual second box, had been dispersed to the places her ashes were scattered over water. Somehow, the funeral home had created three boxes and delivered them to the church and with the main priest out of commission, nobody knew about Box 3.
Until this week. They’ve been doing a head-to-toe cleaning of the church as they prepare for the regional Diocesan Convention to descend upon our church later this week.
Mother was a photographer and she also had a great sense of humor, so I’m sure she was LHAO from all points beyond, when we learned she had actually been haunting the church for the past 18 months.
So when the priest asked me what I wanted him to do, for a split second, mother’s funny story about what to do with her ashes (pre-death) danced across my mind.
At some point in her 80s (she died at 93), some funeral home solicitor kept calling her every week trying to get her to buy a funeral plan. They were, as pesky solicitors are, relentless.
So one day mother, anticipating their call, decided to rig up a sure-fire way to get them to stop calling. Sure enough, the phone rang that day and she answered with a wry smirk on her face and when they asked yet again she’d decided yet to buy a plan with them, she said without skipping a beat,
“Yes, I’ve finally decided what plan I want. I want to be cremated and for my ashes to be divided into four. Each one of my children will get a portion of my ashes to keep in the trunks of their cars. That way, should they ever get stuck in the snow somewhere, I can still be of help to my children.”
The hapless funeral solicitor never called back. And I decided against suggesting this to the priest, although I might save the story for him for a lighter time in the future.
So yesterday, mother was officially laid to rest with the rest of her ashes, in the church garden where we thought we’d been going to visit (all of) her all along.
The garden happened to have many different-colored camellia bushes behind the memorial section, so I picked one for mother this morning and located her plot, which was newly disturbed with broken grass and unearthed dirt.
Rest finally in peace, Elizabeth Anne – and may you take some awesome photos in Heaven!
Thank You, God, for the gifts You have given me through my mother – love never ending, a happy spirit, an abundance of laughter, a zeal for learning, an eye for Your creation, a passion for seeking You…and for 3D and depth of all fields.
Posted in Children, Family, God, Inspiration, Life, Photo A Week, Photography, Postaday, Relaxation, Vacation, Weekly Photo Challenge, tagged Beach, Birthday, Blue, Butt Sledding, California, Drive Thru Tree, Driving, Fun, Gleiser Blue, Journey, Klamath, Mt Shasta, Multnomah Falls, needed you there, Oregon, Redwoods, Smith River, Sneaker waves, Snow on January 13, 2019| 5 Comments »
Much of our recent trip west was spent enjoying The Great Outdoors …what splendor and awe we found, most often in the most secluded and rugged places.
Boy meets Pacific Ocean
Redwoods at Jedediah Smith State Park
Yup, I drove through one!
Majestic Mt. Shasta
Beach boy meets snow for the first time!
Fortunately there were only two spots where there were rocks in the road with no place to swerve but off the cliff. Woo-sah, I can still drive high elevations after all these years!
Smith River…my favorite place to see a shade of blue you never see except deep in glaciers or geyser pools
Oregon coast
Now we know what a “sneaker wave” is!
Multnomah Falls
Thank You, God, for an incredible trip, for the privilege of being able to share Your inspired creation with my son, for spectacular shows of nature and for happy memories. God, may all people experience the natural revelation of You. May we serve You through caring for this world and its people, preserving these special and awe-some sights for generations to come.
Posted in Beach, Culture, Family, Inspiration, Life, Photo A Week, Photography, Postaday, Travel, Vacation, Weekly Photo Challenge, tagged Clouds, Faith, Home, Horizon, Journey, On the Horizon, Sunsets, tla on January 6, 2019| 4 Comments »
I had every intention of posting more along our journey to the West Coast (which ended yesterday)…but our trek took us into treacherous and remote places along the way daily, with internet service ranging from spotty-at-best to nonexistent.
But I’m glad to have waited, particularly seeing this week’s challenge topic, since there are now many “on the horizon” shots to choose from. Here are a few of my favorites:
Fog rolling into San Francisco Bay, two nights ago
Crescent City, California
Central Oregon Coast near Newport
Columbia River Gorge, looking towards Washington state
Orchards near Mount Adams
Mt. Hood eclipsing the sun
Between cloud banks on the flight home yesterday
Thank You, God, for the privilege of travel, for affording us new world views, for reuniting with old friends and for rekindling family ties. Your artwork is amazing, Lord, the way You paint each horizon with unique beauty and passion.
Most of all, thank You for the many blessings which continually abound on each new horizon of our lives.
Posted in Children, Family, Inspired, Life, Parenting, Photo A Week, Photography, Postaday, Travel, Vacation, Weekly Photo Challenge, tagged Clouds, Journey, Multnomah Falls, New, Oregon, Planes, thank you!, Wonder on December 31, 2018| 6 Comments »
Being fashionably late to everything, I’m just now stepping up to the challenge due to the hardships of cross-country travel.
But here is what’s NEW through my lens…coming home to Oregon for the first time in 17 years AND getting to share it with my 10 year old son, who was born and bred on the subtropical beach of his parents’ adopted second home.
He had as much fun beholding majestic wonders from above as I did, answering his gazillion questions about the earth, aviation, nature, God, geology, geography and all manner of why-cuz.
His very first flight ever…he remained fixated on the skies both to drink in the experience and to conceal his cheek-busting nonstop grin
Why are we at this angle? What if those rivets weren’t tight?
Mommy!! “What IS that down there? What’s happening to that side of the land?” That is where snow fell. “Why did it just stop at that line?”
The clouds seem to mirror the mountains below. We managed to fly over 12 states total!
Is that frost on the window? What’s it doing way up here?
Rocky Mountain High!
Later, when he got up close and personal to the live, giant Christmas trees, more questions arose which challenged my memories of college biology and botanical reproduction: How do they get so tall? Why are they so sheddy? Why are there so many pine cones and what do they do?
More adventures to come….
Posted in Culture, Faith, Family, Hope, Inspiration, Life, Photography, Vacation, tagged Fun, Home, Journey, Joy, Mat Kearney, new beginnings, Oregon on December 29, 2018| 7 Comments »
So for the first time in 17 years, I’m leaving my beach Sunday morning and going on a pilgrimage back to Oregon (and also California), where I spent a couple of game-changing chapters of my life that are near and dear to my heart.
I can’t promise photography as stellar as this video featuring one of my fave talented musicians who has visited my beach (Mat Kearney), but you can be sure my lens will be in action throughout the trip. Stay tuned, musers!
