Some things never leave you.
Like, if you shoot me a wide smile, I might remember your face forever because
you were my shelter from the wind when I needed refuge from the storm. It is like a flower in the rain that stands tall after all the others have lost its petals due to the heavy droplets from the sky; unforgettable! That
simply is a gift of the moment.
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| Dedicated to the Sweet Essence of a Father's Love! Happy Fathers Day! |
But can you imagine how much of a froth of
inspiration you could actually be to someone else? And then we have our fathers.
Fathers
Day Weekend
This weekend, fathers are
being celebrated worldwide. We celebrate those that many of us call dad, who showcase their
true strengths by being an active and caring poppa bear to us.
Through the years, unmatchable friendships may have even blossomed between you two. You may have lived a troubled teenage life that was a bit distracting from the truth. But once you broke up with your childhood, you became even more aware of his importance when you were lured into the direction of adulting.
Through the years, unmatchable friendships may have even blossomed between you two. You may have lived a troubled teenage life that was a bit distracting from the truth. But once you broke up with your childhood, you became even more aware of his importance when you were lured into the direction of adulting.
In truth, we face many
responsibilities in life that are demanding yet, it feels good to take time out to
celebrate even just one day when we can shower our fathers with accolades. Scatter
seeds of kindness into his life so that while he is still here and able to smell
the flowers, you can show him how much he is truly loved.
Pops Story
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| Me and my dad |
There is a saying that goes
father knows best. (Mon pere connais tou le chose.) My father probably embodies that when he is always giving me
some kind of advice to showcase himself as a large influence in my life. He
provides emotional strength to carry on and propel to the next level. Honesty surges through his words when he shows
concern for me and my actions that sometimes I would not even bother thinking
about myself. He always seems to make an overwhelming effort to show that he
cares. Even a thousand miles from home, his words sting and makes me think
through things.
Like for instance; my father
is always concerned with my physical being. I hardly sleep because I am always
out doing something. And when I am home, my focus is entangled in something
that keeps me from getting a good nights sleep. I admit that it is important to
take some time to decompress but, I rather be whipping around in the sky, doing
something beyond exciting.
So when I was in Arkhangelsk,
I said to myself, tonight I am going to get some sleep finally. It had been my 7th day in Russia and I felt that I really needed some of that
heavenly relief. My father’s words stayed firmly planted in my heart and so I
said I would soak in moments of REM when it got dark.
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| 10PM during the white nights season in Arkhangelsk, Russia |
As I completed a
performance at an Arkhangelsk Pomorya region museum with the musical group, the Art Ensemble, my
eyes bulged in astonishment when we walked outside into the 7 degrees Celsius weather
at 10PM and the sun was still shining bright. Sure day fused into night but
moments of darkness never came. The sun sets at about 11PM during the summer season, but there is a
lasting gleam of light in the sky until the 2:30 AM sunrise.
A professor of mine told me
about white nights but I had never considered that I would be someone who would
experience it. Seeing it with my own eyes made me take on a new perspective of the world. How regal are the
works of God when you delve a little deeper into his works and discover more
and more, how amazing he is!
Luckily, the impact of the
cold temperatures and the heat that the hotel I stayed in provided, helped me to
cozy up and do just what my father told me I should. Believe me though, I had
to muster the courage to not run outside and let the sun sparkle through my
hair in the still of the night, because all I saw was daylight during the day
and the fascinating midnight sun during the night. Who wants to sleep when there is sun to enjoy?
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| White nights of Russia |
Who would have thought that seeing
something like this could forge a measure of confidence in me? To think that
while I pondered on the unlimited nature of time, while I dreamt the
night away, the sun was pointing my dreams into the direction of possibility. And it made me figure out a few things about life.
I guess it is always scary to let go of the hand of your father and to forge your own path. Panic
wells inside of both you and your father. But there is also joy that sparks
when you can say you are confident because he instilled a sense of faith in you. You are staying
on the course because of the impact he made. You can move along paths with
drive and intelligence because he helped you to develop tough skin. In truth,
while he was nurturing and loving you, his eyes were always fixed on the long
journey of future ahead.
Check out my live performance with the Tim Dorofeev Art Ensemble in Arkhangelsk, Russia as in the midst of the night, we did a cover of Horace Silver's "Song For My Father." The blending of American jazz and Russian folk made me consider my upbringing, my culture and all the wisdom my father shared with me. He told me that there is more to the world than just what we know. To see and be part of the sharing of art within another culture, as I blended a part of what I knew with what I came to know just a bit of, made what he said ring even more true in me. Thankful to have been able to duet in such a way with Russian folk singer Nadezda Mironova.
Check out my live performance with the Tim Dorofeev Art Ensemble in Arkhangelsk, Russia as in the midst of the night, we did a cover of Horace Silver's "Song For My Father." The blending of American jazz and Russian folk made me consider my upbringing, my culture and all the wisdom my father shared with me. He told me that there is more to the world than just what we know. To see and be part of the sharing of art within another culture, as I blended a part of what I knew with what I came to know just a bit of, made what he said ring even more true in me. Thankful to have been able to duet in such a way with Russian folk singer Nadezda Mironova.
Thank you, dad, for using your
pillars to protect me from every blow that might have stymied me from resetting
in a new set of 24. And thank you for being the cushion on this bumpy ride
through all the phases of this life that I have lived and am living. And thank you for going
to the extremes of standing by me even when I have my character flaws that are
not very agreeable to yours. It is because of you that I maintain a certain
degree of optimism. You deserve moments of celebration. You are the epitome of
love and I love you very much!
Dedicated to the Fathers
Check out the father's day special for my radio show Jazz on the JNote which will air this Sunday evening 6/18/2017 at 7PM EST and can be accessed by logging onto theenglishconnectionmedia.com or by going to MixLR using the following link: http://mixlr.com/the-english-connection-media/
Dedicated to the Fathers
Happy Fathers Day to all the loving and caring fathers out there. We love you!
