The beauty is around you. If you look.

Today the weather is so unbelievable, it brings joy to my heart that the warm breeze and the sunshine are warming my skin. After a wonderful morning on the lanai/terrace/deck/balcony/outdoor space/thingy drinking coffee and reading the bible, and having the 'combo' pancakes with both banana and chocolate chips with a side of bacon (superstar rules), I decided to go for a long bike ride. I was inspired by the art teacher that told me he did one this week that made his legs tired. So I donned the ipod, the helmet, and the bike. Thanks to my birthday money from my mommy last year, I can tell you my ride was 21.16 miles long, and I had an average speed of 10.6 miles per hour. It was a glorious ride. Through downtown brooklyn. Across the Brooklyn Bridge. Over to the west side. Up the bike path to the Intrepid. 10 miles there, 10 back-more or less. What beauty there is in this city. Beautiful buildings. Streets. People. Parks. Rivers. Trees. Children. Birds. Boats. Streets. Bridges. Really, if you look around you, this is one of the most unreal places on earth. And today I got the chance to look around at some of that beauty. And this little man from the 'creek' (yes, pronounced CRICK) riding his bike through two boroughs. What is up with that? How did God come up with this plan?

So here comes a shout out. Shout out to my mom. If you read this blog, you know some of the recent challenges the kkft has faced. Nothing monumental, but challenging. My mom has sent me a couple of cards, left me messages, emailed me, just to encourage me in my walk. It is so great to feel that support from so many miles away. So thanks to ma ma ma ma mom. Ma ma ma ma Mom. It means a lot to me. And speaking of mothers, a week from now, we will be in Florida on our spring breaks. Looking forward to the sun and fun that Florida time always brings. And I hope to look around at the beauty of palm trees, orange groves, sandy beaches, and swimming pools. And a lanai. A real one.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Too, Too, Too Much Fun

Alright. So you're sitting in front of your computer right now. And you're saying to yourself at about 8:00 pm: "Huh. It's been dark out for nearly three and a half hours now. What else can we do for fun?" Well, sir, we have the answer. Take a look at this.
Read more

Big Difference.

I heard my superstar say this to the girls this week: "Discipline sounds like something that is bad, right? But really, it isn't. It means to push yourself to doing something. Like journalling, reading your bible, spending time with God. That is a spiritual discipline. See how that isn't a bad thing?" For nearly four years now (you can get the full story if you look back to 2007 postings), I have certainly elevated my game in the area of spiritual disciplines. Reading the bible more than I ever did before, truly engaging with what God's desire is for my life, not just when it is convenient, trying to spend time being still and listening to what God has to say to me, and one thing I never really understood why superstar did it - journalling. I really started engaging in my morning "Java with Jesus" when I began to work for my company in the D. I would get up early to drive down Alter Road to the little park where the lake turns into the D river.
Read more

My Communication Arsenal

Let’s be honest, we all have moments of glory when we are communicating with others, and moments of incredible fall on your face failure.   I for one have always thought I was a relatively good communicator, and my perspective was that I could effectively communicate and engage with a variety of people from different cultures, backgrounds, ethnicity, upbringing, or what have you.   I have been a teacher, coach, assistant principal, principal, leadership development consultant, school improvement coach/facilitator, and done these things in a variety of areas in suburbia, rural districts, and even in Detroit, Flint, and Brooklyn.   But today, I came across this word arsenal .   I felt as if I was walking down the street of life and a sign with this word was in my path and I walked my face right into it – you know the videos you see online when someone doesn’t see the sign before they run their head into it?   And it was painful.   The pain came from the realization that I have an
Read more