BERMUDA

The wind was blowing hard. The storm was taking a toll on the plane.  “The plane is going to crash,” Harry shouted.

“I don’t want to die,” Jason screamed.

“Calm down everyone, just calm down,” Steve yelled.

I knew we were trouble, big trouble.  All of a sudden the plane jerked hard… Then it was dark.

I was just a young man of 22, I didn’t have a girlfriend, it just wasn’t a priority for me.
I would spend all my time on computers, hoping to be the next Steve Jobs. My friends kept bugging me to go on this trip, it would just be for a few days.  I finally agreed, even though I knew their was a storm coming, but I figured we would be okay.  We were going to Bermuda for a few days, just the guys.

I packed the night before, so I would be all set for the morning. I woke up earlier than usual, as I looked out the window, I could see the clouds coming in. Steve had just pulled  in the driveway. I waved to him, then ran downstairs.  As I grabbed my bags, the phone rang, it was mom. I let the machine pick it up, I figured I would call her in the car. Once I got  in the car, I glanced in the back Harry and Jason, we’re fast asleep.

Late night?  I asked Steve. “Yea, they were on the computers, like usual,” Steve replied. Awhile later, as we were driving I felt a push on my seat.  I turned back to see Harry grinning.  “What’s up Lucas, how ya doing?” Harry asked. From the looks of it, a lot better than you, I grinned. “Yea well, I was up late working on that damn program again, it’s always giving me trouble,” Harry replied.

“Well, there will be no computers at least for a few days.  All work and no play makes Johnny a bad boy,” Steve added. You mean all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, Lucas chimed in. “Whatever, you know what I mean,” replied Steve. Jason was finally awake. Well, I was playing late last night and I’m still a bad boy,” Jason smirked. We all laughed, we knew what Jason meant.

Even though Jason was a computer geek, when he went out, he had a personality that the girls loved.  He was a ladies man, a smooth operator.  I never really understood, how someone could have two split personalities. We were almost to the airport, when I remembered I needed to call mom.  I dialed her number, but there was no answer, so I left her a voice mail letting her know, that I would be back in a few days.

I glanced up at the sky, there seem to be more clouds than earlier. The sky doesn’t look so good, I said to Steve.

“Don’t worry about the sky Lucas, everything’s going to be fine, just fine,” Steve replied.

*To be continued…

(C)  2015  A.C. VANYA.   All Rights Reserved

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Have you lost your passion? Take one step at a time, to get it back.

Thinking about last nights post,“Dusty Camera, Forgotten Tap Shoes and Lost Paint Set” brought up many questions.  Why do we stop doing the things that we love to do? Is it a slow decline or a sudden stop? When you’re in the middle of doing your painting, writing, acting or singing and feel very passionate about it, could you ever imagining stopping? Well, many people lose their passion, for many reasons.

If you are thinking, about the things that you use to feel passionate about, try taking baby steps, one step at a time. Start with the number one thing, that you used to like to do and do it for 3 minutes, next day 5 minutes, next day 7 minutes, etc. That’s a start, your brain will start a new pattern and look forward to it the next time. Here is a wonderful video from Producer Mateusz M. That may help you think, about your passions and goals.

Dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set

Is there something you use to like to do, but you are not doing anymore?  Maybe it’s painting, photography, sculpting, even hiking or just walking in the park.  I started losing my passion, years ago. I use to love to dance. When I  was two years old, my mother took me to ballet lessons. As I got older, my uncle who was a dance instructor, taught me the twist.

My father’s family, especially my aunt and father have always loved to dance.  When I was growing up, my grandmother lived with us. In the evening, she would pour 1/2 of a glass of red wine and 1/2 water.  Soon she would be dancing to the music, then I, my sister and brother would join in.  It was fun dancing with my grandmother.

She would put her hands up in the air and twirl around, this way and that way.  The music would be loud and we would all be clapping and dancing. As I got older into my early teens, I would go dancing with my aunt.  We would usually go to a fair,  where they would have live music. I remember one night they had a tribute band, that played the Bee Gees music.

Here I was 14 years old, dancing to disco music with my aunt. We were dancing the same dance steps, as in the “Saturday Night Fever” movie.  What a fun night we shared.  As I got a little older, I would sneak out at night to go to dance clubs.  Nothing bad happened to me, but I did learn a lot of dance moves.

I got into break dancing for a while and even was able to moonwalk like Michael Jackson.  After that, I stopped dancing for about 10 years. When I moved to Hollywood, I started to go out dancing again.  I have always wanted to be a dance choreographer. I feel so free on the dance floor, I loved it.  Sometimes, I would go dancing on Friday night and Saturday night.

One year, I went to Sarasota Florida on vacation.  I decided to go to a night club one night, to dance. I start dancing, as I turn around, there are about 5 girls dancing around “Doogie Howser!” Neil Patrick Harris is  dancing, right next to me!  That was a fun night to remember.  While living in Hollywood, I would occasionally, drive into Mexico.

The Mexico border, was about a two-hour drive. Some weekends, I would go with friends to Tijuana Mexico, so we could dance. The main strip had about 30 clubs, across from each other.  We would dance until 4 a.m., then go outside to find a street grill, that was serving bacon wrapped hotdogs. Spending weekends, in Mexico was a lot of fun.

A few years later, I moved to Northern California. As I got settled into my new place, I forgot about dancing. I have not been to a night club for a long time.  It amazes me that something we clearly love, can one day disappear, like it never happened. A wise woman once told me, “if there is something you like to do and you stop doing it, you could be depressed.”

Recently, I have found my love for dancing again. I love Zumba!   I love the dances, the music, everything.   If there is something you use to like to do and haven’t done it in a while, now is the time do it. So, go and find your dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set, it is waiting for you.

Spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest…

I open the rusty latch on the barn door.

The moment I step inside, I feel sick.

I can see the old wooden chest in the corner.

I raise my hands over my head,

making sure I don’t run into a spider’s web

As the light shines through, it produces a new clue.

A web hangs in the corner of the barn.

“Are u scared?  The spider seems to ask.”

Why am I scared when it’s just a thread?

A design of beauty, with a deadly scare.

The closer I get, my heart beats faster,

Just another second, won’t matter.

Felling uneasy, with each step I take,

I get chills down my spine and sweat on my face.

The large web glistens up high over my chest,

I just can’t, I can’t take another step.

The spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest.

I and my hoverboard up in the air…

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Ten: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

I and my hoverboard up in the air

My hover board comes tomorrow!

I can’t wait…

As soon as the package comes,

I will rip it open with a scream.

For I am the only one,  that will have one on my block.

The kids will be jealous, but I won’t care.

I and my hoverboard up in the air.

I’ll go to the store, maybe the mall.

Maybe to the drive in…

To score a hot dog.

I will keep my hoverboard under my bed.

Safe and secure, out of sight and out of reach.

Oh, the places we will go…

To the zoo, then the park.

Or maybe just riding it down my street, for everyone to see.

You wave goodbye…

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Seven: Fingers, Prose Poem, Assonance


You wave goodbye

I glance at my hands

I see the roughness

The white spots and veins

Age begins to take its toll

I used to write well…

Now it hurts to hold a pen

Sometimes the pain is excruciating

I massage them with care

Appreciating each finger

When I’ve seen cracks I took care of you

Every two weeks, I made sure to get you a makeover

My friend we’ve been through a lot

At times we’ve carried over 6 bags

When we should have only carried two

I never really thought about you and all the work you do

Now as I look you over, brown spots and all,

I  will make sure to give you my all

Sweet Water…

Sweet Water

I open the red box with glee.

I can’t wait, to hang it by my window, in my big oak tree.

As I wait and wait…

A hummingbird notices the new treat.

The water rocks back and forth.

The sun glistens through the bottle.

The hummingbird stops in mid-air.

to take a look around…

Then continues drinking each drop with vigor.

It can’t get enough of the sweet water.

Its wings flap with such vibrant motion,

stopping to look at me in the window.

I wonder, what is it thinking about…

Just as the hummingbird, might wonder, what am I thinking about…

My Hero… <3

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe

My Hero

She’s my comforter, my encourager

She’s my rock, my stylist

She’s my listener, my go-getter

She’s my teacher, my friend

She’s my chauffeur, my sous-chef

She’s my inspiration, my muse

She’s my hero, my mom

First Haiku…

I started a class today called Writing 201: Poetry. The topic today was how to write a poem or haiku with a simile.   If you have any suggestions, they are always welcomed.

Water

Colors of water

Shine through the lovely bottles

Water pearls float in

Waves

Warm island water

Crashing waves blue as the sky

Surfers boards broken

Frozen Pond

The water is cold

Snow caps surround the white lake

Frozen pond is iced

Attraction

Skin as white as snow

Lips as red as strawberries

Hair like threads of gold

#haiku, #poetry, #writing201