My kids lead a sheltered life. Shoot, who am I kidding – I’ve led a sheltered life. There are hardships and then there are hardships, and I’ve got a good handle on where I fall on the spectrum. BrightSide and I don’t want to raise precious snowflakes. We want to expose our kids to the world and keep them grounded, but I don’t quite think it’s gone according to plan.
BrightSide’s company provides incredible travel opportunities. We’re blessed to go across the country or around the globe, to experience different cultures, to sample new cuisine, and to explore a planet where there are a thousand ways to live a beautiful life. I’d never give it up, but we know this travel doesn’t immerse T-man and Bear in a daily reality for these cultures.
Which is what made San Francisco so bracing for Bear.
Today’s 5 from my Tribe will stray a bit from its typical format, but we had a moving discussion as we drove home from visiting the African American museum in D.C.
Our family ran away this week. In what can only be called a whirlwind road trip we drove to D.C. on Tuesday afternoon, spent the night with BrightSide’s sister, and then we all went to the African American Museum on Wednesday.
We drove back Wednesday night and got in well after midnight, so my apologies if you dealt with any of our
short tempered exhausted selves today.
But the museum…my word, the museum. Tomorrow’s Forever Family will have our reflections on the experience. I strongly recommend visiting when you’re able to plan a trip to our nation’s capitol.
Please note: Entrance is free since the museum is part of the Smithsonian, but due to demand you must obtain a timed entry pass. There are several options. Same day timed entry passes are available online beginning at 6:30am ET until supply runs out. There are a limited number of walkup passes available beginning at 1:00pm daily. Advance online passes are released monthly and are claimed quickly. The next release will be for January 2018 passes and is on Wednesday, October 4th at 9:00am ET. Click here to read more or for links to pass availability.
Apparently I am one of the few people in America who made it to forty-six without ever visiting Las Vegas. This gap in my travel history never fails to cause a small ripple in conversation – upon learning I was a Las Vegas Virgin people would respond with anything from a moderate “really?!” to shocked surprise that I hadn’t yet experienced this marvel of modern something-or-other.
Brace yourself – I’m about to hit full on hippie chick mode. We’re talking earth loving, birkenstock wearing, find-your-bliss granola girl. (Side note: I readily recognize that my twenty-year-old self would not have understood a word I’m blabbering on about.)
I am so grateful for the glory of this planet of ours. (Yes, I’m horrified by the damage we’re doing, but that’s a post for another day.) We’ve been blessed to visit many different areas of the world, and this week I’m discovering Wyoming.
Apparently many people (or not so many, if you’re into the U.S. census) have already learned what a peaceful and steadying force this amount of nature can be. And by “this amount of nature” I mean a lot of nature. It’s the sort of sweeping geographical scenery that hits you smack dab in the face every time you look out a window or step outside. Wyoming’s all BAM! Here’s the nature. Take that, stressed out people.
You get in your car to drive somewhere, and what’s out there? Land. As far as the eye can see. Surrounded by mountains. Freaking tall and majestic mountains, the kind they write songs about. And the animals are all chill because people aren’t hunting them into extinction, so you get to watch herds of bison meandering, antelopes nibbling grass, and moose being all…moose-y.
Talk about a place where you can really breathe.
“It’s not a crime to offend others; in fact, it’s pretty much a natural consequence of having diverse cultures. We live in a world full of people with different backgrounds, interests, and values, and we must learn to accept that there will be clashes. As long as the differences do no harm, we should back off and accept them.”
– PZ Myers