The Innocence of Childhood

Everyone knows children don't have a care in the world. Everything is taken care of for them, at least those who are fortunate enough...

But what I really mean by the innocence of childhood is the idea that everything will always be ok, once it involves you...

At what point do we stop believing that "it cannot happen to me" ??

Let's face it.. the world is full of cruel and unthinkable things that would just not even begin to creep into our minds when we were young.

We are no longer "safe"...

We are no longer protected by the veil of ignorance...

Cancer, AIDS and other diseases, accidents and even murderers are part of our everyday lives and there's nothing we can do about it...

Live life to the fullest because you never know what tomorrow may bring. There's always some jackass ready to snatch the life right out of you...

Mamma Mia!!

While in London I took in a show, and that show was Mamma Mia.

Now I'll be honest and say I'm not the biggest Abba fan in the world...but this show was amazing!!

It's got a bit of everything. Serious at times, funny almost all the time, and the people in the musical can actually sing...And would you believe that all of the songs fit in so perfectly but I guess that was the whole point.

I would recommend this musical to anyone and I personally am going to see it again at some point in time.

Quarter Century...

nothing much to say really....

getting old slowly but surely...

I think i'll stay on 25 for a few years...

liberation of the baby sea turtles....

Tonight I liberated baby sea turtles. They obviously hatched and started heading completely in the wrong direction and about 100 of them or so ended up on the tennis court...

They have alot of energy for animals that were just hatched. Those babies just don't stop kicking not even for a second, except for this one that just chilled in the palm of my hand...

It's sad to think that most of them will die..It's nature's way I guess but man nature is harsh...It's also crazy to think that those who do survive, no matter where they end up later, when it's time to lay eggs, they're gonna come back to that exact same beach...How do they know?? They couldnt' even find the water in the first place....

I wanted to take one home and love it...but it's illegal. They'll be back...that's for sure....

Guyana

Guyana..Have you ever been?? My guess is probably not...Guyana is where I was born so let me tell you a bit about the country.

When you first land in Guyana, the first thing you notice, or at least I notice, is the smell...It's so fresh...Not like mountain fresh or country side fresh..It's different. It's like you can smell the rain forest and just the earth in general...

It smells untouched....

Guyana is a land stuck in time. I visited earlier in July and before that it has been more than 10 years since I had been, and nothing had changed, except for a few roads got bigger...

People drive cars from the 70's and 80's mostly, and the roads are still full of carts drawn by horses...

I remember back in the days I used to visit, and the electricity would go off for hours and hours in the evening. I've never experienced anything so peaceful...Every house you could see just had the glow of candlelight. Everywhere else is pitch black and the only thing breaking the silence is the sounds of the many animals that we share the land with...


It's at this time my grandfather would play the guitar and we would all just listen. Maybe this is why I became fascinated by guitars so much..Not because the hundreds of bands that are out there right now, most of which we'll forget about tomorrow...


Would I ever return to live there?? Sadly...I probably wouldn't...I say sadly because it is a strange feeling not living where you feel as though you belong, or even ought to be...

People tell me that the country is slowly getting back on track, but there's so many problems...

The country is slowly falling apart...socially and economically. The infrastructure is slowly crumbling, and who's gonna stop it?? me?? Maybe I am the kind of person they need to start over fresh. That's the main problem right there...the people needed to save this poor country are the ones leaving and never planning to return, while the ones who do stay are too stuck in the past and their own selfish ways to make the slightest of difference...

But if you just put all that aside and just look at the country for what it is...Beautiful

Guyana means "land of many waters" and that's exactly what it is. The thousands of rivers that flow through the land are the life blood of this country. The water is brown and seems uninviting, but really it is clear, pure, refreshing and bordered by white sands...Sand that few will walk on and touch with their bare feet. Sand that will remain the same for years and years to come.


Will I ever return to Guyana indefinitely?? Sadly...I probably wouldn't...


Will I ever forget her?? Never....

Goats??

MAAAAaaaahhh!!! Goats actually make this noise... These animals are probably one of the most underappreciated animals out there ( not really but whatever...)

I know this because I want one..simple as that. Baby goats have got to be the softest animals. And they don't trouble anyone. Would they be good guard animals?? who knows...the future will tell..

It's Just a Guitar...

It's just six strings and some wood really....The first person who decided to make this instrument probably didn't think it would become as popular as it is today....

But in it's simplicity, it is perfect.....

An easy instrument to just pick up and play. A hard instrument to play really well....

I'd like to believe no two persons can make a guitar sound the same, but I doubt that's true. But a person's touch really determines the sweetness of the sound.

A few strums from the right soft hands would make the strongest of girls simply melt on the spot. And if you've been gifted with a voice then keep a stick handy just in case they get rowdy.....


Turn off the lights...light a few candles...and just play... It doesn't matter what. The sound fills every inch of that room, and in that moment in time, life is just good....


As I sit here writing this, I really miss my guitar....

I have so much free time to really just brush up on my playing and I feel as though I can't take advantage of that time... There's an old 12 string downstairs that just has 6 strings in it...I might dust that off and get back into it.


I know someone who wouldn't mind being here listening....