Another amazing sunset..

Today there was another amazing sunset and I was fortunate to see it. The heat during the day has some pay back probably in that the sunsets could be spectacular. Today, the pink purple hues were not only in the East but above, in the sky. No point taking pictures, you would have to be an excellent photographer to get the whole vista.

To see the sunset, you have to keep your head high. The seawall in Georgetown is a blessing. if you can keep your eyes above the rubbish and breathe in the fresh air rather than the stink of carcasses thrown over the wall, then it is easy to enjoy the sea wall. One of the easiest cures for melancholy is to get up and get out there, even when you feel that you are too tired to do that. And just moving against the breeze, or with the sea, helps to change the serotonin levels and lifts the spirits. And it is difficult to remain depressed if the skies are changing colours and you have to raise your head. So I was able to lift my spirits.
Brisk walking is good, walking fast enough to pant a bit. Those who can still run would enjoy the adrenalin rush.. thing is with running, it is over much faster unless you run up and down and then it becomes repetitive.

Hindus worship the sun as Surya. Our worship is focussed on sun rise. The surya namaskar is a sequence of yoga postures to greet the sun. If the tide is out, you can pick your way among the rubbish and find a clean spot on the seawall to do yoga.
I have done that twice, on the seawall. It is not always practical, but it feels good to have the breeze on  your skin while stretching and if there is an early moon rise, it adds to the mood. One or two people might look at you as though you are mad.. but the nice thing with the seawall in Guyana, it is democratic and there are people who are on it with the full spectrum of sanity.
The walk was good, and after the yoga routine and dinner, my favourite banana milk shake - a bunch of bananas ripening at the same time so banana will be in everything for a day or two.

Banana Milk Shake

1 glass cold milk and two ice cubes
or 1/4 glass evaporated milk, 1/2 glass cold water and 4 ice cubs
1 or two bananas

dash cinammon, vanilla essence
(maybe some peanut butter)

Blend until ice cubes are crushed. Pour into larger glass. Drink slowly and savour while frothy.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Turpentine mango madness

Image
Some of the mango was stuck on the stubble around my mouth. I looked at the mirror, a bit of shame because I had just collected an invitation from a well dressed guy and I wonder how I must have looked to him.. look at dis big man .. he cyan eat mango good . Thing is.. wiping off mango from stubble is difficult.. and the casual swipe with a hand which might have some juice is also useless. The turpentine mango is useless when it is green - it tastes awful, like turpentine.  Mother Nature works a miracle because the ripe one though, is sweet, juicy, no strings and no turpentine taste. And the colours on the skins are bright yellow/orange/pink/purple/red shades that are probably meant to draw all species of mango lovers. The trouble with turpentine is that you cannot pick it green or 'turnin' ' to ripen like say how they do it with Spice mangoes.  You have to leave on the tree until there is some point.. when there is no taste of turpentine. So you look at the m...
Read more

My experience with depression - Dr Raquel Thomas-Caesar

Image
(The University of Guyana held Turkeyne & Tain Talks 2 on Monday 12 September, 2016 on Suicide Prevention . Dr Raquel Thomas-Caesar made a presentation based on her experience. This is the text of the presentation) by Raquel Thomas-Caesar I am not an expert on the issue of Suicide and Depression but this is my personal journey dealing with such issues. I have never spoken publicly about this at such a forum and I hope that it serves to help others even if only a small way- Dr Raquel Thomas-Caesar South East London,  June 9, 1995 As I sit under the tree, hidden from all eyes…I wait….to go. I wait to die. Then it hits me…OMG. I really don’t want to die. What have I done? My head is swinging, fuzzy, I can hardly walk. But I barely make it up and up the hill…I see two young black men in the distance…they come towards me, I could only imagine they thought I was on drugs..I beg for help. My Angels.  I wake up in the hospital. This was me- 21 years ago.  In a fore...
Read more

Going into the unknown at the Indigenous Heritage Exhibtion 2024

Image
 (The Moving Circle of Artists' work is presented in the 2024 Indigenous Heritage Exhibition at Castellani House until 30 September, 2024. ) There was no print catalogue available. The QR code image was around, but I did not have the technology to use the QR code even with assistance of the attendants. I hope the organisers will put labels on the work items for viewers who cannot access the QR code. I apologise to the artists whose work I reference without the proper attributions Going into the unknown Place hot and I feeling a lil jumpy despite the yoga routine earlier in the day. Some unexpected challenges which pile up and then come in to chill out in the gallery and find that I have to do guess work on the art and so. Switch my mind, thinking yeah, go into the unknown.  NO titles to guide you.  Friends on social media had shared pictures of some of the most striking pieces so there is a familiarity in a way. And a helpful attendant shows the PDF on his phone to che...
Read more