Beginning December 7th and 8th, St. Augustine, FL will start hosting First Friday Artwalk Weekends. The Artwalk will begin at 5pm and end at 9pm. There will be free shuttles starting at 6pm from San Sebastian Winery.
The St. Augustine Artwalk sounds like something I would be very interested in attending. I love music and I love art. They will have all kinds of art exhibits from paintings to photography and architecture to music. How fun would it be to spend a Friday night walking along the streets of the oldest American cities, St. Augustine, FL.
St. Augustine is home to many artists and artist lovers. The First Friday Weekend Art Walk will begin with the first weekend in December and be a monthly event thereafter.
Every month, you will be able to enjoy the latest exhibits, music, entertainment and refreshments at about 20 different galleries. The tours begin at Rembrandtz Fine Gifts for Fun People. Now that sounds like an interesting place to visit, doesn’t it?
There will be Sightseeing Trains and Old Town Trolleys offering you complimentary shuttle service to most of the galleries that will be participating in the ArtWalk. The shuttles will run on a continuous, 30 minute loop.
Or you can do it the old fashion way and walk to each gallery, it will really be your choice on how you get to see these awesome and interesting galleries.
A few of the featured artists from St. Augustine will include:
Beau Redmond
Jean Troemel
Peter O’Neill
Trip Harrison
Jan Miller
Sydney McKenna
Ray Brilli
If I lived anywhere near North Florida, I would definitely take a trip there to experience this monthly event.
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There are certain songs that hit a nerve with me. This can happen for several reasons. It could remind me of my disease or it could remind me of the recovery journey that I’m on.
Sometimes, songs remind me of people. Todd. Todd is always in my mind and my heart. There are so many songs that make me think of him.
I watched Rent tonight, which ALWAYS makes me think of him. The week before he passed away, we were going to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. One of the previews that night, was for Rent. We all looked at each other and said “We are SOOOOO there!!!” Todd wanted to see that movie so badly. I know he and my friend RC talked about it before he and I did, but he and I were planning for all of us to go at the same time.
I couldn’t watch the movie for about 2 years after it came out. It came on Cinemax or HBO about 5 months ago. I happened to channel surf onto it. I was hooked. It had me, hook, line and sinker.
The opening song, Seasons of Love, makes me think of all of my friends and of my life in recovery. It lightens my heart to hear it, at the same time as making me cry. I believe they are tears of gratitude and happiness.
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love. Seasons of love.
How do YOU measure one year? Do you measure it by how much you accomplish? Do you measure it by how many friends you have? The moments that you get with family and friends? Moments with your pets, who give you unconditional love and affection?
525,600 minutes, 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure the life of a woman or man? In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.
Do you keep track of when your friends cry? Or how much you teach the people around you? Do you measure a year by your own tears? By your own accomplishments?
It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let’s celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes. 525,000 seasons of love. Don’t miss out on them. Life is short, take it for what it is and live it for the moment. I love the part of “remember the love.” So many of us forget the love and we focus only on the negative and angry moments in life.
I don’t know where I was going to go with this post, but I’m done. I just wanted to share one of the best songs ever created. I’m currently listening to the soundtrack I just purchased on iTunes.
Until next time….
I have this song stuck in my head. I’m sure I’ve shared it here before. I’m sharing it again because I feel like it.
I can relate to this song in so many ways within my recovery and within my life in general. I did something I thought I couldn’t do. I moved cross country with my dogs and I’m sitting in my new apartment in Kentucky. Who would have thought I could do this? I certainly didn’t know I could. What a blessed and wonderful life I have.
Moments by Emerson Drive
I was comin’ to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E Street Bridge – followed me on to it
I went out halfway across with that homeless shadow taggin’ along
So I dug for some change - wouldn’t need it anyway
He took it looking just a bit ashamed
He said you know I haven’t always been this wayI’ve had my moments
Days in the sun, moments
I was second to none, moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that plane ride, coming home from the war
That summer, my son was born
Memories, like a coat so warm the cold wind can’t get through
Looking at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my momentsWell I stood there tryin’ to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on earth would care at all
Miss me when I’m gone
That old man just kept hangin’ around
Lookin’ at me, lookin’ down I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said you know I haven’t always been this wayI’ve had my moments
Days in the sun, moments
I was second to none, moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like the day I, walked away from the wine
For a woman, who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right could always see me through
Looking at me know you might not know it
I’ve had my momentsI know somewhere around a trash can fire tonight
That old man tells his story
One more time –
He says,I’ve had my moments
Days in the sun, moments
I was second to none, moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that cool night, on the E Street Bridge
When a young man, almost ended it
I was right there, wasn’t scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Looking at me now you might not know it
Oh - looking at me now you might not know it
I’ve had my momentsI’ve had my moments
I’ve had my moments
I’ve had my moments
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