I'm leaving on a jet Plane

It is at last I write, sitting in my perch, tonight, the window seat of my office/bedroom, gladly looking out my stationary window, the rain gently showering, the street below my window sill, for a city, surprisingly quiet, outside of the tinkle of steady drops of rain, glistening upon my window, floor to ceiling, and like stars, sparkling against the screen..

My antisapation of my up coming journey, the crew and i, to florida, by air.. departing early, too early for words, we three, packing mentally, as madeline has already, completely packed, like grandma root who packed and unpacked , for a month before this same trip, for a few great years, to ft.lauderdale..

My title of this, reminds me of when i was quiet small, we'd moved to the city, Manhattan, from Pound Ridge, and my sister and i made a little stage in our room and sang the song to my mom, who was leaving to go to Bequia, i believe, and it was a popular song on the radio. she was going to spend 2 weeks there, to recoup from major surgery, the loss of her ovaries, due to cancer.That crazy woman came back 2 weeks later and said to two little girls how would you like to move to the west indies, where the stars are so bright, you can reach up and touch them.. and we said gleefully, "Yes mommy, we'd love to!" we packed up, sold things and moved to Bequia, for 6 months, and stayed 3 years!!!

Two little white girls, and what mom came to be know as, a bit later, the white Queen. We, at first, stayed at Friendship bay Inn, a most beautiful hotel, owned by stan young and his brother, they were from england, my mom had befriended or vis versa, stan during her honeymoon with Gleb, my father. My mother made friends, and developed friendships like none other. The hotel was massive, elegant, remote, hovering over the bay, and beach. I can remember many things about that first 6 months like it was yesterday, I was nearly 8, at the time, i remember our first christmas there, we'd moved from a hotel room to a cottage, style room, and i even think we had a tree, outside, the only gift i remember was a tiny radio, that had little ear buds, if u will, for those days. and ten days later i would turn 8. another birthday, i don't remember.

One morning, at breakfast in the sprawling dining room, the server, taking our order, and the wall of windows over looking the bay, sunny, an empty room but for us, and the bequian girl said after some incredibly long wait for OJ, after my mom inquired how long it would be, "Soon come" the standard answer for anything in Bequia, which basically meant, when ever its ready, or whenever period. another time at a luncheon in that same dining room, nearer to the floor to ceiling, wall of windows, a long set of tables, dining on turtle soup, a broth.

I remember one of many days on the beach that first six months, not long there, my mother had made many friends, Pam and Nick, Holly Ford, and Rusty Ford, and family, Tiare and Lee Austin, and their wild boys, about our ages, Winnie and Peter, the boys still friends of mine to this day, Jimmy Carvel and his lover Sandy Meisner.. a famed acting instructor, and booloo, and let me not for get christina miller, the young 20 yr old that arrived on her 100 foot black baltic trader from denmark, having captained the ship to Bequia with 2 young men, her crew. we had been embraced by all these people, and at 8 so impressionable, can remember all being so mad about Nick, I swore if i ever had a son, i'd name him nick, of course i had a son, but didn't name him nick after all.. but at that moment, walking along the shore, i knew i'd have a son one day..

Six months later, no way did my mother want to move back, state side, and so looked for a place to rent, found on the top of the center of the island, the Gap, where the road split in a "Y" left to friendship bay, and right to pageant farm. and we prepared for life as island girls, and registered for school, went to a seamstress to make our school uniforms, green skirts, and white shirts, and proper shoes, the private, one room (seventh day adventist) school, built of cinder blocks that didn't meet the galvanized roof, divided by two huge free standing black boards, 3 teachers, and grades, i was placed i believe in 5th grade, next to the first graders on my side of the black board, Miss Jarvis was the teacher, eugenia was on the other side. 2nd, 3rd, and 4th.. their was an out house for a bathroom. we walked with the other island children to school down the winding narrow, one way often, road. On our walks back from school, we'd pick guavas or mangoes, and sometimes broke off these orange vines called love vines, and if we threw it over an un-strangled bush, and it grew, our love was true.. so sweet huh?

we spent endless time on the beach, princess Margret, beach comes to mind, named after some princess from Denmark, i believe, that had been there once, we went sailing, hanging out at the frangipani hotel, watching mom hang with her friends, we went to many a party, mom took us everywhere, maybe because she had too, i don't know, or maybe they all wanted us there.

there are so many vinyets to share about each of the above persons, i could write a story about each of them, and remember it well indeed i do.. and will tell you sometime down the road, about them..This comes to mind only as i brace for myself this trip to florida, as my mom continued to visit Bequia, over the last 10-15 years.. and when passing through, to there, would stay with us, in ft.lauderdale. on exactly this same flight hour, 7am, she'd have to get up at 4am, as we will be, and had a 12 hour day of travel, quiet something for a woman, who at this point, had a colostomy.. and it's mishaps, a burden to travel.. much less the long day, more difficult with out a ready bathroom.. she certainly had courage, no one can deny that.. one might have forgotten but not me.. i always knew..mom..

and i do wonder how this adventure will pan out, over the christmas break, new years, i have no plans for, or worse my dreaded birthday, and Madelines.. not that i dread my birthday, just, was never a day i wanted to remember, and often can not even recall, , it has always been a disappointment, I put too much hope into one pathetic day. anticipating something nice, that never happened. so this year, i plan on doing nothing and let what may be, be.

i've always made a fuss over Madeline's so she would not grow up as i had, with a b-day 9 days after christmas, with the one lone gift under a christmas tree, waiting, taunting me, for all those days to pass.

Off i go to the wild blue yonder, the sunshine state, where some shows are lined up, one pending confirmation, and many other business things to take care of, it will be productive.. and i'm praying for some creative time to write.. heck i'm just gonna make time..see friends. and embrace what will be..

And to Bequia, where i'd hoped to be this christmas, to take mom's ashes, i will not be .. in person, but promise, weather permitting, i might sit on a beach for new years and think of mom and Tereasa, another of moms friends from there, make a toast to the stars, that shown so brightly, i could touch..

with all my love, to my readers near and far

may this holiday season bring you great joy in simple things, like the stars and star like things..

expect a miracle.. i do.

Andrea and crew

here are a few links that will help to see Bequia, hear the song and inform u of sandy M

http://www.google.com/images?client=safari&rls=en&q=bequia+island&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=hkkOTaKkO5P2tgPx-pnSAg&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=3&ved=0CEEQsAQwAg&biw=1224&bih=631

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDV6x4nIEhw&NR=1

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meisner_technique

i'm sorry u will have to copy and past links.. well worth it though..

http://bequiablog.com/

ah some one looked from bequia, getting round the world!!

and btw, if you've been paying attention i've been changing the language, originally an accident, now intentional..

and what language is it? u ask..

IT'S GREEK TO ME!!

hahahahah

andrea

Good morning said the rose, as i saw her glowing, the sun warming her Petals, she greeted me.. a single beam of light shown upon her. The ends of her petals orange, like a peach, as the inside of her, exposed her inner beauty, yellow, bright cheery, like the sun that beamed in on her.. as if to hear her sing a song, good morning sunshine..like a microphone, blasting out her joy to be noticed, photographed like a starlet, here in the hills of hollywood this devine day.. and what shall it bring.. as passer bys, too, notice her loveliness… and she hoped they would.. Rose, just loves attention.. she beams brighter in the light of admirers, better then the sun alone..

i must write this morn to apologize.. i have not updated u all on my journey, seemingly distant from the actual road, yet i see it, stretching before me.. wide as the california freeway.. 7 lanes, beckoning to write of my most recent adventure..

i have signed up with a writing coach, which has been of the utmost inspiration.. writing away.. The things, that as always, come to my mind.. i love it.. and i know because of this blog, and my experience in writing it.. this was a destination to drive towards.. I had no idea i was a writer, really, maybe kept in the deepest parts of my soul waiting it's artistic turn .. behind photography, jewelry design, and art works created so many years ago.. which i certainly wanted to re-address, now that , put on hold, for this, that i can take anywhere. Write, I hear from the heavens..

once at the garlic festival in delray i was set up next to a psychic and she told me , unsolicited, as i rarely believe those charlatans, u r a writer, are u writing now.. i said no.. and here some years later, i am.. not because she said that but just because of a silly cruel email from a supposed friend.. I might, from afar, still regard him as a friend, only friends can bring out ur best, and worst!! better to channel the best, and use the energy u receive that is negative, and turn it into a positive.. it is the way to go.. i know for some it is a difficult place to go.. when the world is beating u up, the economy, our busy
schedules, the crap that happens.. well i'm here to tell you re-channel. should u be having trouble with that.. try try again..

make every effort to see the sun shinning.. the beams of light, as it peeps through the clouds, like god ascending there, and back again..

it is christmas, for some, i took a gander at a photo gallery on msn of the lights from around the world, in all their glory, what we do as humans, to appreciate, the loveliness of lights.. wonder what it is about that.. I once thought about why we r so entranced by sparkling gem stones and glittery things, both men and women..it is because we love to see the glistening light upon the water, and the tree leaves.. all around us the energy the plants put off when we take even a second to notice.. that's all it takes, to put the light in our steps as we go on our merry way towards the unknown day..

take a breath my dear readers, glory in the beauty of the sun, or absence of, that too lovely.. and embrace your loved ones, make time to see those u want to be with, as though the chance may never happen again..and enjoy being with yourself.. your best friend always.. and worst enemy, ur thoughts of doubt, be gone..

love andrea..

will start to add tid bits of writings and the joy it brings me, i wish will do the same for you..