Saturday, May 22, 2010

More Miami Pictures




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The top picture is sunrise on Mother's Day, then JD took me around South Beach for breakfast and it seemed like Saturday because they had booths set up with antiques and all the restaurants were open serving brunch. It was so crowded we decided to go to a brunch at a friends house. It was very nice and we had a lovely time having Mother's Day with O's family in Key Biscayne. The traffic into the beach was incredible, and fortunately we beat the rush out, too. That's one thing, I have to say about Miami there are people everywhere.

Mother's Day in Miami





If you want to see huge skyscrapers in Florida, Miami is the city with tons of them. They also have a lot of Art Deco buildings, palm trees, and an unrelenting sun.
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Moss Park, Orange County, Florida

Baby deer,working woodpeckers, Red Shouldered Hawks, egrets, Gopher Turtles, Sand Hill Cranes, Sabal and Cabbage Palms, butterflies every where like thrown confetti, sand, bugs, noise and quiet: that is Moss Park. Life bursting forth, that is just part of Moss Park and I am taking my students there this week. If you would like to take a virtual tour with me and see everything and more that I will see, please find this website by talented photographer George Grant. Be ready to be amazed by the beauty, color, and diversity.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Can Someone Tell Me?


Can someone tell me if there are happy sunflowers planted out on the road to St. John's Island, just before you reach Kiawah? Can you tell me? Are new ones there?
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Old Florida Today or the St John's River





It just seems that St. John follows me or I follow St. John. Ummm. Got to think about that. San Juan = St. John, I was on St. John island in South Carolina, and I went down Colonial Hwy, Route 50 just before it meets Interstate 95, so I could look at the St. John's river overflow its banks. Enough about coincidences about St. John. All this tells me is that Christianity permeates our society and it is our strength and heritage. We are so fortunate.

Anyway, here is the St. John's River, overflowing it banks so much so that the fence is almost covered. These pictures were taken on the Saturday before Mother's day when I took that whirlwind trip to Miami. This was the quiet before the storm. It is a little quiet boat dock with benches and parking to contemplate the beautiful Old Florida with the St. John's quietly and slowly meandering north towards Jacksonville. I am so glad there are little bits and pieces of that old Florida left. It's nice to visit them now and then.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Wadmalaw Island Community Center's First Gullah Festival

What a lovely event. Actually, I don't think the word lovely does the event justice. It was humble yet well planned, but the most important activities were totally people related and full of kindness and goodness. Something that is of short supply in these rushed modern days. The first people we met were those in charge of informing the newcomers about the Wadmalaw Island Community Center's effort to raise funds for their children's education. Upon learning there were two teachers present, they gave each one a generous handful of good quality pencils. Next we sampled Gullah food and a delicious fried fish platter and walked around the tables to enjoy local Arts and Crafts, as well as meet people from the Wadmalaw Island community. As entertaining as all this was there was more.

The best part was free. The people were courteous and friendly as well as talented. My friends and I were able to listen to authentic Gullah stories and a funny skit about clothing and pretense, told in Gullah, and all the locals understood it, but a lot of folks from out of the region as myself missed all the jokes. But the Gullah talk was playful banter and we all enjoyed that. There were four sweet children that did a skit on peer pressure and that too showed ingenuity and promise. Someone you could tell was investing in these children and leaving a legacy. Still the best was yet to come.

It was the old Negro Spirituals and Hymns. It was then that I knew I was in the right place and at the right time. It was then that, Miss Roberta began singing, "There is joy in your pathway Lord, joy in your pathway Lord, I don't want to stumble, I don't want to fall, Joy in your pathway Lord," with this deep beautiful voice while everyone there was clapping to keep the beat. No musical instruments, just Acapella and clapping to a rhythm which was enveloping. It was moving. She sang several songs and hymns with other ladies keeping harmony. One of the sweetest songs was," It's getting late in the evening, the sun is going down, oh Church, it getting late in evening, the sun is going down. Well Church, I hear the voice of Jesus saying come unto me and rest, lay down your weary head upon my breast..." I still get the chills when I listen to it. It is as if the words go deep inside your soul. Jesus is calling us to rest. He's got it. Just amazing to hear the fervor with which they sang. These Spirituals were healing, profoundly so.

God bless all those good folks at the Wadmalaw Island Community Center. It was a privilege. You are blessed, you blessed me, and I am sure some other weary souls, too! Thank you.