Sunday, March 26, 2017
March 26, 2017
Longboat Key Florida is quiet all the time. There is water, sand, sun, moon, stars, birds, dolphins, and various other wildlife. On occasion there are people. I like it that way, primarily uninhabited. I think others like it that way too!
Things are so still on Longboat Key that you can even see the full reflection of the moon on the water over the bay.
Nature always entertains, is never boring, and performs even when there is not an audience.
Friday, November 11, 2016
Fall in Florida
November 11, 2016
I have only lived in Florida for about fourteen months. I live on the beach. I remember first moving down here and reading a blog about living on the beach. The author advised against doing so. She said if one did move to the beach he/she would be sick of it after a year. The sand, red tide, bugs, etc. would be a frustration.
I love the beach and am the happiest I have ever been in my life. I moved from Philadelphia. I have always wanted to live at the beach and I finally did it. I want to stay here for the rest of my life.
To me this is one of the best times of the year. Yes, there is less humidity than the summer but the temperatures are still warm. And people still bath in the Gulf. Some days are just perfect for Florida sun, and some days remind me winter is approaching.
Crowds are still not as prevalent this time of year but it is slowly building to the vacation season from January to April.
Fall in Florida at the beach is beautiful!
Friday, October 7, 2016
Light in the Face of Darkness!
October 9, 2016
The ominous picture of radar that actually showed a sinister face in the radar for Hurricane Matthew looked really scary. There was a red eye, grey face and something to the effect of white teeth in the shape of the clouds.
The most recent weather apps were not as sinister but they showed expansive cylindrical clouds across the entire southwest part of the state from the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico.
Many people from the East Coast of Florida sought shelter from the storm on the West Coast. I am glad they were able to find refuge here, if for just a short while.
Longboat Key was in the green, meaning much lower wind speeds. And we were blessed with exactly that, hardly any impact from Matthew.
The photo above captured the extent of "ominous" and for that I am truly thankful. Once again, nature reminds us that although it can be fierce, there is always hope in the midst of tragedy.
Longboat Key, FL.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
September 27, 2016
All of these Coquinas coexist together on a small stretch of beach from Longboat Key to Anna Marie Island. Every single one of them is unique. They are all pretty by themselves but collectively they are astonishingly beautiful. Each one contains a characteristic of another. Some have stripes, circles, rays, solid colors or a mixture. But they are all shells. Remnants of life. Reminders to embrace differences and see the bigger picture. Sometimes that takes patience, introspection, noticing subtleties, and appreciating the obscure.
Gleaning from the Disregarded
Longboat Key, FL
Monday, September 26, 2016
September 26, 2016
Coquinas are really neat little shells but they often go overlooked. They are really only the size of a dime or quarter. So they are hard to see when walking along the sand. And when they are alive they are folded in half and burrow quickly in the sand at the water’s edge. These little clams are really quite interesting when one takes the time to analyze them. Each is so uniquely different then the next.
I have passed by Coquina Beach in Bradenton, Florida every day for a year on my way to work, never really thinking about the significance of these little creatures. I only noticed the beauty of the water and the sand.
In the last few weeks a good friend of mine started collecting lots of Coquinas. He is a scientist and as he collected thousands of them and started pointing out how each one has a different pattern, I began to take notice. These little shells have individual patterns that are all different just like snowflakes.
My take away lesson from these little shells is that life is magnificent maybe greatest in the smallest detail. It is the little things in life that help to remind me to celebrate the beauty of each day. And Coquinas invite me to ponder the very special "miracles" of unique beauty that surround humanity each day.
Longboat Key, FL
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Hurricane Hermine September 2016
Hurricane Hermine is behind us by several weeks. It is quiet on the island now. (Life is back to normal besides a week long glitch of Red Tide, which did create a real stink. Many small fish did wash up on shore for about a week.) From the looks of the storm caught on this screen shot, it was pretty threatening. There was rain and a few places on Gulf of Mexico Drive which were flooded for a day or two but it all passed fairly quickly.
Life on Longboat Key is back to its' beautiful state with sunsets that celebrate life in such magical ways every day regardless of who is around to watch.
Longboat Key, FL
Thursday, July 14, 2016
I made the decision to move to the beach about twenty-five years ago, however I never actually moved until a year ago. I researched what it was like to live on the beach. I came across an article about living on the beach as a first year Floridian. The article suggested not to move to the beach. This author said that if you love the beach you should not move there. Reasons listed were that the love of it would grow old after a year. The sand would be a bother, the smell of fish would be discouraging, red-tide would be offensive, and it would get old.
I have been here a year...and it has never been better. My passion and love for the sun and the sea is undying. I have been in the gulf year round and every day it is the same - you can expect something different. The wind shifts cause the gulf to change appearance daily if not hourly. And each change is worth living here for.
Sunsets are unique every night, and I never tire of watching them. The only thing that is a discouragement are the lack of people witnessing one of the most amazing forms of free and thought provoking entertainment, the beauty and diversity of our sky.
Satisfies Soul 2016
Longboat Key, FL
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Photograph - (coffee in Seoul, 2008)
"Gotta Love Those Super Bowl Commercials"
I am not a big fan of the Super Bowl, unless my team is winning. I know I scored points with a lot of folks already. I admit, I am a fair weather sports friend. But I am excited about watching the game in 2015. I am motivated by the ads, and not just any ads. I received notice from a former colleague that her daughter would be featured in a Super Bowl commercial. Who wouldn't watch the Super Bowl for THAT! I would not miss it for the world! I like this commercial because it is featuring people.
These people, the father, mother, and others in society who support those with special needs are worth me watching the Super Bowl, despite the fact I only watch my own team. Having been a special education teacher for over seven years, I LOVE to see society celebrating those with special abilities. Jessica Markle is one of those special people. I could never do the job she does. She works in a factory assembling parts for windows...and she is blind. That is truly a special ability. Apparently more than a few people thought she was special too. Jessica does a lot more than just help to make windows, she is amazing in so may ways. Her positive attitude about life is pretty obvious and it shows, with the big smile on her face...all the time!
Ordinary people with special abilities are changing the world, one action at a time.
Here is another great video of a someone with special needs living her dreams...Madison Tevlin, a twelve year old girl with Down Syndrome can be seen singing John Legend's "All of Me".
"Super Bowl" Soul February 2015
Monday, August 25, 2014
TANGIBLE REMNANTS OF LIFE
My friend collected all of these shells at the beach on Sanibel Island in December of 2011. And it appears she had a reason in mind for how she wanted to artistically display these dead creatures. However, she never did tell me. If anything, she may have placed them with care, and they were purposely arranged, or maybe done in a random act? I really can’t recall. And yes, in a way, it matters because these shells helped me through some of the most difficult events that I could have never imagined.
In the three years since we spent this week at the beach together, both of us have had our share of tragedy. Mostly random. Funny how life works that way. It is inconvenient to say the least, unbelievable to sound almost cliché when describing sickness and death. Little did I know that I would witness the loss of eight people that I loved, including my brother, mother and father within one year. And I never dreamed that the one who collected these shells would go through radical breast and lymph surgery due to an aggressive cancer that nearly took her life.
These shells in the photograph are beautiful, but dead. How can this be? The deaths I have experienced were anything but beautiful. In the months and years that I have suffered great loss, I have often asked myself where to find the beauty in the midst of my world. Quite frankly, it has been hard to see, and I have tried to imagine it
Looking more closely at the photograph, I could not help but notice the red, purple, brown, pink, white and other hues of colorful shells. Vibrant, even in death. Really? Death is certainly not vibrant, it is depressing and painful, in my view.
Some of the shells are smooth, some are rough. Death came like that for my loved ones. For some it was sudden, for others it stalled for months and it was a brutal road.
One day, just like my friend took the picture of the shells, I took inventory of the memories of my loved ones. Was there a big difference between the shells and my loved ones? They both died. I think the hardest thing to accept about death of a loved one is the absence of a physical “shell”. II only have my memories to rely on, the inner beauty of my loved ones and my inner abilities to conjure up pictures in my mind and heart of what they looked like, and who they were.
Life is ironic. I have always loved shells for what they looked like on the outside, never for the creature that was alive within. I never really bothered to know or enjoy the inner being of most of these creatures. And it is that inner being that caused such beauty to last.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
In the last year and a half, I went to eight funerals including three immediate family members. Life has been shady...too shady.
But the sun has come through the darkness in the form of people. People have been my light. They have stepped in and removed the burdens of sadness and loss.
Some of my best friends were too busy to help me, while some of my acquaintances became my source of strength.
And through it, in Texas, while visiting one such person, under a deep blue sky and palm tree, I realized that as humans, sometimes we have the space to give to another, and sometimes, we need to make space for others to give to us. And the warmth of knowing that life is like this brought about great healing.
And that is what makes life so clearly beautiful!
Galveston, Texas 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
My brother, mother and father all died within one year. Prior to them all passing away, my friend died suddenly as well. She was the mother to four young children. In that same time span, a friend was diagnosed with cancer, my aunt died a month before my mother, and a great aunt died in between.
Grief is truly something that can only be understood when one goes through it. Many well meaning Christian friends have told me that Jesus walks with us in our time of grief. He, who has been through sorrow, knows our sorrows. Yet, that was not comforting, because although my faith tells me Jesus is present, my physical being is in need of comfort from tangible sources.
Along my journey to grieve in a graceful manner, I have had to close off certain people from my life. Naturally an extrovert, I have become more introverted. I just don't have the energy to deal with people. Most of my friends are busy with the daily affairs of life. And they want to relate to me in the same way. I, on the other hand, have literally had my whole word and ethos moved, shaken and taken away. Jesus understands that I am quit, tired, angry and confused. And He is there. What I have found I needed from my friends is just someone to be present as I sort through the journey of loss, and come in to a journey of hope and love once again. ( I attended a wonderful Grief Retreat through the "Spark of Life" Foundation that helped me understand this journey of life a little bit better).
While cleaning out my mother's closet, I found Jesus. He was hidden in a box. My mother was a woman of faith, but she did not advertise it. She just lived it as best she knew how. I put Jesus on the dining room wall. With all of the loss, it is hard to see His presence, but when I look at my mother's picture out in the open instead of hidden in a closet, I somehow find courage to grieve openly as I process what has just happened. And in that freedom to be sad, tired, lonely, angry or confused, I am finding healing in the grief that so many around me don't understand or just simply want to ignore the fact that I am feeling all that I am.
What is comforting, is looking up at that picture of Jesus, and knowing that He is here in each feeling along the way to my journey of healing.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
When I decided to stay home with my father, to care for him, I was met with mixed feelings from friends, family and relatives.
In America, we are so blessed to have beautiful facilities such as assisted living and posh nursing homes to care for our aging parents. And many go there. They are quite pricey and often times when our parents need more care, Medicare does not cover it. So many families are left with little options but to care for their loved ones at home.
This is a growing crisis in America as the a significant portion of the population is elderly.
The choice to stay home and care for my father was not one I lingered over, as I did not have much of a choice. My mother died suddenly and unexpectedly and I instantaneously became my father's caregiver.
But what I have learned in the journey over the last few months is that for me, it is the right thing to do.
So many people from other countries consider their elderly a part of their family to care for until they die. The community, the village, and the neighbors all join in to make this happen. Yet in America, it is still a foreign concept. Why is this?
It is not easy to navigate a new path in caring for parents in America, albeit there are many choices...I am learning.
However, the journey can be difficult but beautiful. And for me it is just the beginning of a new day.
I did meet an older gentleman on an electric wheelchair while at the beach with my father. He told me that God would bless me for caring for my father. And he said that my dad was lucky to have me. He told me of how he went to great lengths to care for his wife for years until she passed.
Part of this new path for me is keeping the value of the human life at the forefront, even in a world where it sometimes is diminished for convenience and money. But in the end, it is the intangibles of life that make it worthwhile, and beautiful. And Jesus leads the way! Jesus is the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. He creates life, He gives life and He takes life in His time.
Monday, April 8, 2013
This saying never leaves my mind. I remember being an American visitor to the Korean War Memorial, the DMZ and the Joint Security Area. I went to Dorosan Station, and the newly renovated rails that connect North and South Korea. But it remains empty, only with future hope where men, women and children can travel freely back and forth across the present forbidden lines.Koreans on both sides exist without the freedom to truly live. Some of the south desperately long to see loved ones in the north. They leave their notes, thoughts and prayers at the bridge in remembrance.
Externally South Koreans know how much freedom costs, seeing barren northern mountains knowing that loved ones are not physically, spiritually or mentally free.
And I know that America was a big part of that sacrifice with of over 30,000 casualties of war. While other countries were significant in their help, we sent the most help and lost the most.
Walking the streets in Pohang, South Korea, old Korean men would stop and bow, thanking me as an American, for our sacrifices to their freedom.
Men and women go to war. Families sacrifice. Goverment spends money. But where does the decision to spend the money to defend freedom come from?
I wonder if it starts with the heart or the mind? Or maybe it starts with the mouth, with the ability to speak and then to do what is right, morally and ethically right, in the face of adversity and oppression. Money doesn't buy freedom, it only strengthens the choices made when they are made so that people can have the human rights they were endowed with.Once people have chosen to invest in truth, freedom will come, but it may be very costly. Yet what is expensive is usually worth it, especially when it preserves the intangibles of life and human dignity.
I will never forget the discussion I had when I was teaching there in 2008. I met a man from South Korea who had been to America. He asked me how I liked South Korea. I told him I had felt very safe in his country. I moved to and fro without fear of being acousted...much different than in the united states. He looked at me and said "I feel safer in the United States." I looked at him puzzled and then thought about the fact that they are on a Peninsula in South Korea and have a hositle neighbor. In the United States there are internal threats but many options for protection. Hmmm..individuals oppressing you or government oppressing you? While the United States is not perfect...I realized how blessed I was...and my prayers go out to those in North and South Korea.
South Korea 2008
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Creativity in Bloom
I have not been to the 2013 Philadelphia Flower Show...yet
It is the week of March the 3rd
I heard it is wonderful and everything British!
The Philadelphia Flower Show is filled with artistic creations
as well as innovations using flowers, shrubs and so much more..
What I do know is that the flower show is not just about flowers...
and people who may not particularly like flowers may find it very enjoyable!
I do not necessarily care for flowers very much. Sure they are fine for the table and
special occasions but I do not pride myself on the facts of names, climates, and details...
However, the special use of flowers to create beautiful displays of different uses and
environments is fabulous at the show. As an artist, I enjoy the arrangements,
uses and displays of flowers, and appreciate the ideas to feed my creativity.
It is amazing what is one inspired by when looking at flowers.
Inspired by flowers, I created this poem...
(see this and more photos and poems published in
Reflect and Write: 300 Poems and Photos to Inspire Writing)
(Photo by Laura Pastuszek)
By Laura Pastuszek
in the dearth
(Photo taken in South Korea, 08')
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
How sweet it truly is..., when it can still be tasted after the
candy is gone
How real it is...when caring for your loved one wearies the soul
How strong it is...when the memory is etched in the heart
and the love becomes immortal
Somewhere in TN
Thursday, December 20, 2012
This year has been filled with a lot of death...I don't know how else to say it...Sandy Hook is the latest and has surely impacted all of us...as a nation...especially for parents, teachers and students....we as humans can all relate...
Two days before Sandy Hook, my brother was buried...he was a quiet guy...and he left this earth quietly...I was shocked..that he was even ill...having no warning was difficult...
And as I reflected on Sandy Hook...I understood their shock at losing a loved one...but I still can't imagine the pain for how their loved ones left this earth..both young and old...in a brutal way
In between my brother's passing and Sandy Hook, my cousin passed away...his passing was forewarned and one in which his loved ones were prepared...still a great pain and loss..but a prepared one...a little more gentle of a passing...
My friend passed away suddenly in May...she died of mitro valve prolapse...harshly leaving behind a husband and four young children...and an identical twin sister and other family.
Death came in so many ways this year...fast, slow, with warning..without warning..merciful...merciless...for the young and old...
But it also gave us life...more of it to celebrate...in the midst of pain...warmth has covered our hearts as loved ones embrace each other...as strangers offer kindness...
And the heart is consoled...with hugs, tears, smiles, words, food, songs, faith, hope, love and ...prayers
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Florida was spared the major impact of Hurricane Sandy 2012.
And I am sure that the birds were happy, especially the Roseate Spoonbills.
The Ding Darling wildlife Sanctuary on Sanibel, FL is home to the Roseate Spoonbill. And it is a special place of peace and tranquility.
It will be interesting to see if the birds of the north fly south for the winter sooner rather than later as the latest hurricane has caused such havoc in the northern states, even for the birds.
Sanibel, FL 2012'
PS...check out my new book -
The Pink Bird Who Eats With a Spoon @ www.blurb.com by Laura Pastuszek
Monday, October 22, 2012
with crisp air and blue skies
my soul rejoices for a brief time
because I know that with the
setting of the sun
the colors will quickly fade
The cold will come soon enough
and the leaves will be no more
color will disappear
and yet my soul is at peace
Nature will make changes to my world
it will take away
but it will also remember to give
for light will still come forth
through the barren trees
exposing me to a different perspective
void of color
but open to new sights
in shades of grey
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
|Moth on a parking lot in MD|
Her father can't speak very well and his face is somewhat distorted. He can't stand, walk, toilet or feed himself. He goes from the wheelchair to the bed. But what is amazing is the life he leads in between.
My friend ventures out all of the time with both elderly parents in tow. They recently went to the airshow on the boardwalk. My friend's father pointed to the planes and with a smile, he grunted the number of craft he saw flying in the sky. He used to be in the National Guard as a young man.
As we walked through doorways, he tipped his hat to strangers who opened the door for the wheelchair.
My friend's father grinned while watching a young child coo for her mother. And he spelled out the fact that he was ready to watch "F O O T B A L L" inside.
When we drove by the water on the way home, he shook his head in remembrance of the flounder fishing excursion. And he smiled when I thanked him for the boat rides as a teen.
It is hard to see my friend struggle to daily care for her incapacitated father. It is hard for me to see his wife have to feed him.
But what is even more difficult to comprehend is the incredible well of love and hope that keeps on flowing from this family.
Life's circumstances landed them in a precarious place, one that is incredibly hard at times. One that is extremely unusual and yet they keep on giving, living and growing as a beautiful family.
Blessed Soul, NJ 12'