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Welcome to the written words of a somewhat random thinker, self-proclaimed procrastinator and observer of the ordinary. I elicited the help of a friend to assist me in describing myself. According to him, I am a true southern belle, however more than beauty I have a heart of gold, filled with passion, fun, and possess an unusual sense of humor. In addition I am a caring, thoughtful, one of a kind woman, and that I tend to make others around me happy. I am also stubborn, willful, controlling and sometimes, too eager to please others.
Incidentally, this is a good exercise for anyone. Ask a few good friends to describe you and see if you recognize the person that others see. Save them for a day when you need a morale boost. We are often the most critical of ourselves, or at least I know I am.
I grew up in the South, and was raised with an appreciation of life with all of it's complexities and challenges. A strong sense of duty was instilled in me by my father who I consider to be one of the most amazing men I will ever know. Respectfulness was not only expected, but demanded in our household and a clear definition of what is both right and wrong was mapped out carefully and enforced.
Living in the beautiful southern city of Savannah, Georgia taught me much about the appreciation for history and life, in general. Hordes of people flock to the city today to experience the sweltering heat, cuisine, and life style that somehow remains there held in place by the absolute conviction that the southern ways are still the only way. Southern women have never heard swearing, would not sweat under any circumstances, nor be caught without a supply of cold sweet tea in case company drops in for a visit.
At one time the port of Savannah was busting with activities as the ships came in loaded with goods from across the Atlantic and left again filled with the cotton that was the back-bone of the economy and cause to so much strife and bondage. The riverfront was not a place for a lady to be found, but these days it is set up with shops for tourists and eateries boasting of the bounties of southern style dishes.
One of my favorite places is on the river just a little ways from the big hotel. There is small cobblestone square with a very and I mean very steep staircase up to the street level. I never go to the riverside without stopping at this point, standing still to imagine those ships coming in from foreign ports and the excitement of the sailors to be on firm ground after their voyage. The noise that they made as they unloaded the cargo and then re-loaded for the return trip had to be deafening. I will pick up any loose cobblestones that I can and touch them and occasionally bring them home with me, somehow believing that the history is embedded in the stone.
The past repeats itself and it is up to us to find our way through this voyage called life. The road may not always be clearly marked and occasionally we will take a wrong turn, but the journey and experiences are always waiting for us around every turn. I hope you will take a journey with me during the next weeks and find that the ordinary can be remarkable and the un-understandable accepted.
Incidentally, this is a good exercise for anyone. Ask a few good friends to describe you and see if you recognize the person that others see. Save them for a day when you need a morale boost. We are often the most critical of ourselves, or at least I know I am.
I grew up in the South, and was raised with an appreciation of life with all of it's complexities and challenges. A strong sense of duty was instilled in me by my father who I consider to be one of the most amazing men I will ever know. Respectfulness was not only expected, but demanded in our household and a clear definition of what is both right and wrong was mapped out carefully and enforced.
Living in the beautiful southern city of Savannah, Georgia taught me much about the appreciation for history and life, in general. Hordes of people flock to the city today to experience the sweltering heat, cuisine, and life style that somehow remains there held in place by the absolute conviction that the southern ways are still the only way. Southern women have never heard swearing, would not sweat under any circumstances, nor be caught without a supply of cold sweet tea in case company drops in for a visit.
At one time the port of Savannah was busting with activities as the ships came in loaded with goods from across the Atlantic and left again filled with the cotton that was the back-bone of the economy and cause to so much strife and bondage. The riverfront was not a place for a lady to be found, but these days it is set up with shops for tourists and eateries boasting of the bounties of southern style dishes.
One of my favorite places is on the river just a little ways from the big hotel. There is small cobblestone square with a very and I mean very steep staircase up to the street level. I never go to the riverside without stopping at this point, standing still to imagine those ships coming in from foreign ports and the excitement of the sailors to be on firm ground after their voyage. The noise that they made as they unloaded the cargo and then re-loaded for the return trip had to be deafening. I will pick up any loose cobblestones that I can and touch them and occasionally bring them home with me, somehow believing that the history is embedded in the stone.
The past repeats itself and it is up to us to find our way through this voyage called life. The road may not always be clearly marked and occasionally we will take a wrong turn, but the journey and experiences are always waiting for us around every turn. I hope you will take a journey with me during the next weeks and find that the ordinary can be remarkable and the un-understandable accepted.
3 comments:
I am always happy to find a new blog. Entertaining.
Very well written. I feel like I can really feel what you are writing about. Visualizing is important and I can do that with your writing.
Good topics.
Keep it up. I will def. come back and check on this blog site!
definitly different but different is good keeps you on your toes
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