Many decades ago when I was an
undergraduate student, I was required to take a physical science class. Anxious
to finish and move on to graduate school, I signed up for the only class available
that fit into my schedule. Wondering how in the world the study of Geology had
anything to do with speech pathology, I girded up my loins, bit my tongue and walked
into class. Convinced it would be a total waste of time, I went prepared to
doodle during lecture, labs and field trips.
Much to my surprise, I enjoyed the
class tremendously. It was hard work, but the study of geological land
formations and field trips fascinated me.
Though, I must admit, I never once
used my study of rocks in speech therapy, I believe required classes outside of
majors make for a well rounded individual. I like to think of myself as a
“Closet Geologist” 30 years later, always picking up geology magazines when
available and examining rocks. Those dreaded full-day field trips to the
unknown, weird places, now serve as day trips/Get Aways to roam around and
enjoy the beauty of this planet.
During my recovery from
surgery, I looked through old pictures my mother left me before she passed on.
Memories came flooding back when I saw one picture of the four of us at Lake
Ronkonkama, Long Island, New York. I grew up in Oyster Bay until I was 12 when
we headed west.
Every summer my parents
would rent a row boat and my father would row the boat with us in it along the
lake. I was surrounded by trees, beautiful old trees bursting with leaves that
changed in the fall. We fed ducks and enjoyed the quiet of a lake filled with
legends of Native American folk lore.
I never quite understood the
legends when I was young, all I knew was my family was together experiencing a
special quite moment. The feeling of togetherness is something I have kept with
me all these years. I went on the internet and found the latest pictures and
write up of the lake, but nothing trumps the family feelings I remember.
Enjoy the rest of summer and
build memories with your family.
When I was young the evening
fireworks on the Fourth of July were spectacular! I so enjoyed the colors, the
lights and the big BANG that shook the ground we stood on. I remember, my brother
and I running after Fireflies in New York, jumping up to catch them as they lit
the night. Our back yard barbecue was also much anticipated with hot dogs and
hamburgers sizzling on the grill. And that potato salad my mom made…wonderful.
How great it is to have
wonderful memories to keep of special days with family and friends. The purpose
of this holiday often whizzed by me. I guess it wasn’t until I reached High
School that I truly understood the reason for the celebration.
Summer means walks along the
shore, beach swims, sailing, and dining outdoors. The season takes us on a
whole different journey from spring.
This year the first day of
summer or Summer Solstice, is June 21. The
sun reaches its furthest point north of the equator causing the longest day of
the year. Or more technically, when the tilt of the earth’s semi-axis in the
northern hemisphere is closest to the sun. Either way you look at it, it’s the
longest day of the year. It’s not that we have more than 24 hours that day (I
wish) but we have more sunlight.
In short, summer it is the
time of year when everything is warm, bright, and cozy.
by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, National Poetry Month is now held
every April. Schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets throughout
the United States band together to celebrate poetry and its vital place in
American culture. Thousands of organizations participate through readings,
festivals, book displays, workshops, and other events.
I found the following website listing 30 ways
to celebrate National Poetry Month. Just click on the link below:
Spring, when green worms
burrow to the surface, lady bugs glide from place to place, birds chirp and
life begins to take on a whole different view from winter. This year the first
day of Spring also called Vernal Equinox, is Thursday, March 20, 2014. A time
when everything begins to grow, fresh and new.
When I lived in the northeast,
New York, my mother insisted on cleaning the house, I mean really cleaning the
house, room to room throughout the cold winters. Then once Spring came along,
the entire house was spotless, and well organized, leaving Spring a time to re-introduce
ourselves to the outdoors. Spring was also the time my family would hunt for
things that has been re-organized during the winter clean up.
The show, Dancing With the Stars, always amazes me
the grace and charm people can perform while remembering steps and overall body
movement. Never being what people call a “good dancer, my admiration goes to anyone
who is coordinated enough to do a good job.
My favorite dance to watch is the Tango with its smooth
sexy, music and music it.
In honor of the dance, and the romance of Valentines day,
here and an animated greet we created for you to enjoy. Just click on the link
below and be sure your sound is turned on:
There is nothing in the world nicer than sitting in front
of a fireplace on a cold winters’ day or evening sharing the quiet moments with
friends, family or even by yourself with
a good book. The warm glow that contrasts the outside of snow or rain always
helps me to appreciate how wonder life can be.
There were many times I’d be on the road, late, on a cold
winter night dreaming of those moments at the fireplace, resting warm with a
hot cup of chocolate or herbal tea. It doesn’t get much better.