Scintillating Saturday Share #16

Every Saturday, I will share a photo that touches my heart, makes me happy, or lifts my spirits in some way. The purpose? To send love, light, peace, and kindness out into the ether. Scintillating Saturdays: one definition of the word scintillating is as follows: witty; brilliantly clever.”

Can we do that here, beautiful people, spark something brilliantly clever that touches others every Saturday? Please share this to all of your social media outlets. We can do what we can by spreading a little love, can’t we?

Wooden sculpture: Tribal Medical Campus/Anchorage, Alaska

Using up to 7 words, tell me what this photo sparks in you. Here’s mine:


stunning artwork–
a bold presence


Now, it’s your turn. This’ll be our “Scintillating Saturday Share #16.” You can respond to this post, reblog and respond, or create a standalone post of your own, but please ping or tag this post so that I’ll know to read and respond to yours.

Using up to 7 words, tell me what this photo sparks in you.

Care to get creative with me for this scintillating Saturday share?

Sights and Scenes and a Nonet

Today is my last full day in Anchorage, Alaska. I have a red eye flight into Phoenix early Friday morning around 12:45 am or so. Trust that I will have napped and be prepared with a full belly before taking on this flight. I am supposed to be back in Charlotte by 3:47 pm. I do not want to leave but in life, “all good things must come to an end.”

Yesterday, we went to see Rocketman and I cried like someone was stepping on my pinky toe while I was wearing stilettos. We also went to an inviting chicken spot called Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers and I had the four-count chicken finger basket with fries and coleslaw and it was delicious! Tuesday, we toured Downton Anchorage and had birthday lunch for my beautiful friend at Simon & Seafort’s. I had their fish and chips lunch special and I could have licked the plate. (Shh, don’t tell anyone that!)

Last night, we were hosted at my friend’s friend’s home where we had fresh Alaskan salmon, straight-from-her-garden kale, brown rice, and homemade birthday brownies. There are so many things to do and sights to see here and even if I stayed another week, I wouldn’t be able to accomplish seeing everything. I am pretty sure exploring the whole of Anchorage would take nearly a lifetime. And now, for the pictures:

Downtown Anchorage Condominium Building #1
Downtown Anchorage Condominium Building #2
Water fountain next door to Simon & Seafort’s
Fish and chips special at Simon & Seafort’s
Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers
Powerful statement hanging above the registers at Raising Cane’s
Line them up: trees near my friend’s home.
Too big to eat cinnamon rolls at the sweets shop in Girdwood, Alaska.
Runaway sweet tooth: too big to eat cinnamon rolls and even bigger cookies

Traveling Shoes

please, load the memories up for me
make me feel like I’ve been somewhere
and have done something useful
exploration is key
we have unlocked doors
and walked through them
whole, unscathed
present
now

Sights and Scenes and a Haiku

So far, the lovely State of Alaska has given me so many memories and I will have extremely beautiful visions in my head for years to come. Thankfully, both flights were smooth, with minimal turbulence and I found myself sleeping both ways; from Charlotte, NC to Phoenix, AZ then from Phoenix, AZ to Anchorage, AK. I am happy that this was the case.

I landed on time each time with only one snafu. During the Phoenix connection, several of us were not alerted to the fact that there was a gate change so we found ourselves booking it from one end of the airport to another in order to make the flight within three minutes.

Let me tell you, that was a scary experience and gave me anxiety that shot THROUGH THE ROOF, however, I was amazed at how quick-on-my-feet I was in assisting one of my flight-mates in encouraging her to run or walk fast and that we’d surely make it because she was so much more frantic than I was. We made it, of course, and smiles stuck to our faces within minutes of the connection.

So far, I’ve experienced Girdwood and its beautiful mountains, hidden waterfalls, and wide open spaces and Portage for the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center. And now, for the photos:

Hidden Beauty
Hidden Beauty #2
Hidden Beauty #3
Waterfall
Mountains Beyond the Ocean
Baby Elk
Bison
Moose
Mountains, Hidden Glacier, and Swirly Sky
Caribou
Black Bear Cub #1
Black Bear Cub #2
Black Bear Cub #3

A Beautiful Life

Halfway ’round the world
I’ve found beauty that connects
And lifts my spirits

The Journey Back to Mental Wellness

Cairn, Bakersville, NC — In front of Crooked Little Flower’s studio|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Part III: Listening To My Surroundings

On my birthday, April 17, 2019, I had the opportunity to meet, spend time with, and enjoy the company of Crooked Little Flower in her neck of the woods. About two hours and thirty minutes away from me, but only about an hour from where I mini-vacationed, meeting Connie is sure to be one of the best things that has happened to me this year. Here is a woman I have known and loved for over three years on this platform and we have been close in proximity and had not met, but to scratch that one thing off of the to-do-list has filled my happy box with its much-needed ammunition. I basked in the beauty of nature near the place that she calls home and took in as much as I could of the sights, sounds, and tastes of the mountains.

Studios at High Cove, Bakersville, NC|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I toured the studio where she creates her art and also shares it with the community. This place, not only is it the homestead of amazing artwork, it is a tranquil space where upon entering it, all that broke me down previously, faded from view. I could hear the voices of artists whispering to me, asking me to tread lightly and look at a space where thoughts, ideas, and heartwork come to life. I felt the presence of artistry and all that makes up a creative and what we have to do in order to maintain the abilities to continue to create. Not only was Connie welcoming to me, but she also opened up her door to my Little Monster too, Jernee, and she gave her sniff of approval of the studio and of Crooked Little Flower too.

Jernee, posing for a “studio shot.”|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Watching this little one romp about the space, learning her new surroundings, and trying to lay claim to every nook and cranny moved me to no end. Jernee does not know a stranger. Any place that we may visit, tour, or plan a brief stay seems as if it is mentally logged into her doggy brain and becomes one with her forever. She remembers every place we have been and it shows when we return as she gets excited, plops her tongue out, and races around those spaces and places with undeniable joy. I am taking cues from her as I watch her listen to these places. I am still in the learning process — it is taking time, but it is proving to be beneficial.

I could hear my therapist saying to me, “have fun, create new memories, and take what you need and leave the rest.” I did exactly that. I could feel the pressure in my chest breaking down a bit and suddenly, smiling felt natural again.

“Wide Open Spaces,” Bakersville, NC. How can you see this and not be moved?|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

While listening and attempting to take in what I needed and leave what I did not, I could not stray away from the questions that have been plaguing me:

Why be overly sensitive?
What are you lacking?
What can you gain?

How can you be in a place so beautiful and still sense the ugliness of you?

And by ugliness, I mean — in my soul, in my heart. “We all have our demons” and how we deal with, struggle with, or overcome them is our personal testimony. There are a lot of things that I know I need to change and I also know that changing these things will take time. Taking the time that I needed away from my normal hustle and bustle was exactly what “the doctor ordered,” but in this case — what my therapist highly recommended. There will be shedding and as I continue to shed, I know there will also be more pain and tears and feelings of inadequacy and a bit of loneliness mixed in too and how I handle these emotions and various feelings as they come will dictate what I have learned.

For the next few weeks, I am making myself understand that although I am human and mistakes will be made, dwelling in the dark places does not have to be my end all, be all. I have more memories now to pull from and smile at on my down days. I have to thank nature, Connie, living to see another year, Jernee, and a few other remedies for that.

And, my therapist too.


Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.


Part I

Part II