12 restaurants with amazing views

12 restaurants with amazing views

JoAnne:

I want to go to at least one of these. A view from the mountains would be nice.

Originally posted on knoethings:

1) 1. Sierra Mar, Big Sur, Kalifornia, USA

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2) Eagle Eye, Golden, Canada

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3)  Elements Restaurant, Scottsdale, Arizona, U.S.A.

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4. Sunset da Mona Lisa, Cabo San Lucas, Meksyk 

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5) Dasheene, St Lucia, West Indie

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6)  Torre d’Alta Mar, Barcelona, ​​Hiszpania

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7) Rosellinis, Ravello, Włochy

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8) Hotel Edelweiss, Mürren, Szwajcaria

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9)  Vertigo Bangkok, Tajlandia

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10) Soneva Kiri, Koh Kood, Tajlandia

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11) Island of North Malé Atoll, Malediwy

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12) Waterfalls Restaurant, San Pablo, Filipiny

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Friendship First!

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Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

Do you ever wonder about how we get to be friends with some people. Those seemingly random encounters, when you find an immediate connection, make me wonder. A past life relationship? Or does God want us to learn something from each other?

Does God set up blind dates for us with people we can learn from?

Friendship was paramount in my teen years. Then family became the focus, along with work relationships.

As I’ve gotten older, with the kids grown (mostly) friendship becomes more important.

After the divorce, after the crappy rebound, and the not quite right re-re-bound, I constantly reminded myself:

FOCUS ON FRIENDSHIP!

  FRIENDSHIP FIRST!

I befriended myself. And of course the dogs were the most constant friends of all.

Then there was the reunion with the high school girlfriends, after 30 plus years, we got together for a long weekend.

Friendship with those special ladies led to my high school sweetheart finding me again.  I won’t give you all the details, because they’re in the memoir I’m working on.

But the key was friendship first.

I still cherish those friendships. And I cherish the friendship I have with my husband.

We talk a lot about love, but the best kind of love, I believe, begins and ends with being friends.

Even my love for God is enriched by a component of friendship.

 

This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was acquaint/friend. If you’d like to join in the fun, visit:

http://lindaghill.com/2015/02/27/special-edition-friday-prompt-for-socs-february-2815/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

Maybe I wasn’t a Pushover After All

JoAnne:

Letting your teenager’s friend move in isn’t always the right decision. But sometimes it turns out to be a good thing.

Originally posted on Loving Me, Too:

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When my son was a teenager, I let one of his friends move into the tiny room that was once a side porch. It was after my first husband left, and there was a big empty space in my broken heart. Maybe I felt like adding another family member would help. The more, the merrier.

She was a senior in high school and not getting along with her mother. I don’t remember all the details, but I understood the challenges of raising a teenager, and that sometimes it’s easier to live with someone who is not family. Her mother wrote me a nice note, thanking me for taking her daughter in.

Over the years,  I’ve been critical of myself during that time. I thought I was being a pushover, letting my son’s friend move in. But she really was just a friend, and she wasn’t any trouble at all. When…

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My First Art Show

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Last weekend I went to my first art show as a vendor. For set up, I got to follow the sign on the front door of the the old church venue saying,

“Artists enter by side door.”

I’ve been an artist since I was  10 years old, but this was the first time I’ve gone in the special door. It’s the first time I’ve put my visual art out there for sale.

“What if I don’t sell anything?” whispered the voice of self-doubt. “It will be so embarrassing!”

“Shut up! That’s no way to talk!” responded my critical parent voice.

“Be positive! What if you sell a lot of your work?” said the nurturing parent. “I’m proud of you for doing this, no matter what!”

“Okay, as long as something sells,” said self-doubt.

I put in a lot of time creating art, matting prints, and painting angels and mermaids on rocks and shells to be included with each purchase. I ended up selling a few pieces which covered the $75 for the space, plus art supplies. And I have plenty of leftovers for the next show or to go in a gallery!

The “Tree Lady” and the healing angels sold. But not the larger pieces.

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And the original of “Delivery,” a practice piece on scrap wood, sold.

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I learned a lot from this first art show, like art is subjective. Some of the prints I thought for sure would sell didn’t. Small pieces of original art sold best. People admired the three larger paintings, but didn’t want to spend that kind of money, which I can understand. So for next time, I’m making a few prints of the larger pieces.

Seeing other artists’ work provided a feast of delight and inspiration.

But the best part of all was not about what I sold.

The best part was about what I gave away.

I’d brought with me paper and plastic bags for the art I’d sell. One bag came from my mom’s bedroom, the bedroom my father hasn’t changed in the several years since she died. I go in there now and then to look for things I can convince Dad to donate or get rid of.  The bag from Mom’s room was a lavender paper bag with handles. While sitting at the art show, I rummaged through the tissue paper in the lavender bag. At the bottom, I found a little, pink, crocheted purse. Or so I thought it was a purse.

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(It actually turned out to be a holder for those personal sized Kleenex packets.)

I put the little pink purse in the basket I’d brought the painted rocks in, and put it on the table thinking someone might like it.

A couple hours later, a little girl, who looked to be about 5 or 6, came by with her parents. She stopped to look at the painted shells, lingering on each one. Then she came to the little pink purse in the basket.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I think it’s a little purse,” I said. I could tell she liked it by the way she admired it and worked to figure out the button clasp.

“That’s for you,” I said. “My mother wants you to have it.”

My words came out spontaneously.

The little girl smiled and thanked me politely as did her mother. They figured out it was a Kleenex purse, and said she always had trouble finding tissue at school, so it would come in handy.

The brief interaction with the little girl and my mother’s pink Kleenex purse made my heart sing. It was as if my mother had been there all the time, watching quietly, waiting for the chance to be part of my first art show.

Old Age is Relative

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I’m relatively young for an old person. Okay, I’m not that old, but I feel old when I check one of those boxes for my age category, and I’m getting closer to the last category. I think there was even a time, a few months back, when I was in the last category. That was just wrong.

Not that there’s anything wrong with getting older, right? Cause I hear getting older ain’t for sissies. It takes perseverance and patience and courage. Well, maybe not patience, because aging seems to happen faster as we go along. But the passing of time is relative to how busy we are. And old age is relative to how old we are.

When I was a teenager, there was a show on TV, on one of the three channels back then, called “The 21st Century.”  It was all about the new things coming, like recording TV shows, maybe. I don’t remember the details, but it seemed dramatic in a scientific sort of way.  I do remember thinking: I’ll be in my 40s when the 21st century comes. That’s old! Now that I’m well beyond my 40’s, and almost out of my 50’s, being 40 something wasn’t old at all.

The best thing about getting older is that we get wiser. Wiser, but more forgetful. Spontaneously forgetful. Like, why did I come into this room? But wise enough to laugh at forgetting. And wise enough to know that all I have to do is go back to the room I was in before, and I will remember, eventually.  And wise enough to know I will remember what’s important. Relatively important.

I still don’t have my big fancy control panel, and I don’t remember where I put the remote. But it’s okay. I have my laptop…and maybe I’ll read a book, if I can remember where I put my reading glasses.

This week’s Stream of Consciousness Post was: “relative/relativity.” If you’d like to join in the fun, visit:

http://lindaghill.com/2015/02/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-february-2115/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

Do You Believe in Magic?

Here’s a post by OneAnna65, about magic:

https://cancerkillingrecipe.wordpress.com/2015/02/07/believing/#comment-15378

Her post got me thinking about a question that’s been floating around in my mind for a while:

What is magic?

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Some things that seem like magic, can be explained by science. But they are still magical. Like magnetism, fire flies, thunder, lightening, rainbows, mushrooms making fairy circles….

The Pandoran wood sprites in the photo to the right, moved magically to anything that came close to the wall projection where they lived. Of course there is a scientific explanation for that, but it was still magical. It was especially magical being there with  the children who didn’t try to figure out the technology that made this happen. They just enjoyed being there.

Even when I understand the science, it’s still magic.

The true magic, I believe, is not the kind where a man with a black cape and wand pulls a rabbit out of a hat.

The magic I believe in is broad and spiritual. It has something to do with the “Law of Attraction.” But I believe it also has to do with the influence and assistance of angels, spirit guides, and ultimately, ever present, all knowing God, the Great Spirit.

I don’t like to put God in a box. God is beyond gender, beyond our understanding. Though if we pay attention, we may glimpse God through nature, other people and  miracles.

God makes the biggest, best magic.

Like making things work out in the long run. And bringing long lost loves back together again when the time is right….

…..And the marvelous tapestry of things contained on and in planet Earth.

We only need to open our eyes and minds and hearts.

Magic is all around us.

Magic lives in snowflakes and ice crystals, in daffodils and cocooned caterpillars, waiting for the warm sunlight to bring new life.

Magic lives in believing that spring is coming, even though we don’t feel it yet.

Magic lives in silly things like cats playing in paper bags and baby giggles.

Magic lives in the vibration of drum beats and heart beats, guitar strings and virgin wings taking flight.

This is my 111th post on this blog. Is that magic?

My Heart Walks Outside My Body

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is attach/attachment.

Attachment seems to have a negative connotation for me. I’m often talking, reading or thinking about emotional detachment to help people, including me, recover from co-dependency.

But when I try to think of a positive feeling about attachment, I remember my baby girl. She’s 21 years old now, but I can still remember the lovely, warm feeling of her being attached to my breast that summer I got to stay home and just be a mom. I think it was the most peaceful time of my life.

We were always close, my daughter and I. After the divorce, and after I stopped getting into relationships that weren’t right for me and accepted being single, and after my son moved out on his own, it was just me and my girl. And the dogs. For five years.

We didn’t do everything together. We had our own friends and activities, but we did a lot of fun things together, like canoe trips, road trips, and just hanging out. We also had plenty of arguments. After all, we did go through puberty and menopause around the same time. That’s what happens when you have a baby girl at the age of 37. Maybe it was a good thing it was just me and her during that time.

I know she’s felt a little displaced since I got married two years ago. She had me to herself for five years.

She’s a grown up now, technically. But she will always be my baby girl. I guess there will always be some emotional attachment between us. It reminds me of a quote, the origin of which I do not know. So I’ll just stop and look it up. (I can tell you I’m doing that because this is Stream of Consciousness Saturday.) Here it is:

“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”  __Elizabeth Stone

To join in the Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt/response, visit:

http://lindaghill.com/2015/02/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-february-1415/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!