RIGHT NOW...
I'm listening to my inner voice that says "Whatcha waiting for?"...it's time to update the blog.
Yes- yes it is...as so much happened in the month of June. Big things-little things- and everything in between things.
I'm loving
RIGHT NOW...
I'm listening to my inner voice that says "Whatcha waiting for?"...it's time to update the blog.
Yes- yes it is...as so much happened in the month of June. Big things-little things- and everything in between things.
I'm loving
SAW-HEARD-DID
Saw…these past few weeks we have seen so many friends from back in the day.
From college pals…
Heard…The echoes of the past…as we wandered through battlefields..
DID.. While these past 2 weeks were indeed filled with a lot of “doing”…I am indeed grateful for
SAW-HEARD-DID
SAW…This week we saw the end of phase 1 of this multi-phase adventure to the eastern part of the US when we crossed into Virginia
HEARD…The silence of the forest…along with an occasional pitter patter of rain. It’s a very calming sound as long as the radar stays green!
DID…it’s been a pretty quiet week in terms of exploring.
We did swing by Mammoth Cave National Park- if just so I could get a sticker and a stamp for my NP passport book
The visit confirmed I’m a “wet” cave kinda gal- where the cave is filled with cool dripping stone formations. We toured just the basic self guided section that -while indeed proved to be mammoth- didnt have any of the cool rock crystals that I typically expect to see on a cave tour. Thanks to a conveniently displayed placard- I learned it’s all about where the moisture goes.
Until next time…
May the path- no matter how long and winding it may become- get you where you want to be
For us that means moving into phase 2- a few weeks reconnecting with cherished friends from our past!
SAW-HEARD-DID
SAW- I saw an opportunity and I took it!
HEARD- I heard the call to post at Churchill Downs!
As a kid, I grew up knowing exactly what we would be doing the first Saturday in May. Dad would have made a pitcher of mint juleps (often using mint from his own garden) and the TV would be tuned to "the race". Mom would be sitting in her cardinal chair (a chair with large wooden armrests- upholstered in cardinal fabric)- ready to cheer on whatever horse caught her fancy (usually based on the name that she found most amusing). It is as they say these days "a core childhood memory" for me.
So- when I looked up and noticed that Churchill Downs was in striking distance of our campsite for the next few days- I just knew I had to go.
Hubby, without such childhood memories- was far less interested- even more so when we discovered that "Spring Meet" is a 9 week run that includes 44 days of racing at Churchill Downs...and while May 8th was not nearly as crowded as the 145k people that attend the Derby- it was still way too people-y for him!
He dropped me off at the museum entrance with the instructions to "take your time- have fun!" (He's a wise man that Hubby!)
The museum has some colorful exhibits and a fabulous film shown in a 360* format- where you feel like you are in the center of the track. After that- the docent shows up to lead a tour out to the racetrack.
Imagine my surprise- when this guide announced that we had all timed it just right- as the horses were due to race in a few minutes!
And sure enough...soon after we reached the grandstands- the bugle was played- signaling the arrival of the horses to the track and noting that the race would soon begin.
Not often do I feel the presence of my parents these days...but in that moment I did...that bugle sound took me right back to my childhood family room...surrounded by my family. Feeling their love yet again on a sunny day in May!
DID- In the Spring of 1984... I did a "thing".
I applied for an ROTC scholarship. A decision I made at the time out of perceived necessity. A decision that would teach me solid leadership skills long before my nursing peers. A decision that would indeed change the trajectory of my career as a nurse and put me on a path to meet some really good people...to include the man I call Hubby! A decision to this day that I take a tremendous amount of pride in having made!
So yesterday- when we stopped off at the General George Patton Museum of Leadership just outside of Ft. Knox Kentucky- the last thing I expected was to take a trip down ROTC-Memory Lane.
But- unbeknownst to Hubby and I- the museum is not just dedicated to General Patton but also serves as a tribute to junior leadership programs such as ROTC. I guess when the tanks left with the relocation of the Army's Armor school- they needed to restructure the museum. And now that the base serves as the command center for all things ROTC- well, it just made sense to the museum folks to add in some ROTC history to fill those large galleries.I am glad they did...for it gave me an opportunity to learn more about one of the military's greatest combat leaders.
Oh sure- he had his flaws- but he also had the courage and conviction that inspired his men. The museum in the curation of their exhibits did an outstanding job of framing his career thru the lens of core leadership skills- all of which are taught through ROTC programs across the country!
Wrapping it up
It has indeed been a busy few days...with weather gradually warming up- and us both finding our way on this spring fling adventure...
Until next time...be it a week, or a month or maybe just a few days...
May you find yourself having an opportunity (or two) to revisit the past thru new experiences