Dancing Through Life: Cruise Adventures with Old and New Friends

This morning, I browsed aย travel videoย by SugarPearl’sย Carla Renae, a contributor to Garden Spices Magazine. Her video was resplendent with vibrant images of Morocco and Abuja, Nigeria– the food, sites, and an African wedding – all punctuated by her beauty. Through browsing these images, I realized…y’all, I’m not too good at travel blogging about places and things. It’s the people who leave me reeling. What?!

Part 2

Get on the Boat!

Last we met in Part 1, my girls and I were ready to board the Grand Princess Cruise Ship. Y’all know we wheelchaired from where we boarded all the way to our cabins, tipping all the way. (An aside: You gon’ do plenty of tipping, so bring fives and ones. )I tell you, wheeling is worth it. No stops at Customs, just traveling straight through. What?!

The ship was neither the most contemporary nor the largest, but it was comfortable for this venture. My roommate, Indria, and I were pleased with our cabin. We were upgraded and had a nice balcony. We barely deposited our luggage before we hit the ship’s dining room. We were famished. In cruise style, the dining room buffet offered traditional and vegetarian fare, but their vegan menu was limited, and Indria is vegan. We greeted a few of our group, but we were so tired; we filled up and were ready to pass out, especially after our night in Puerto Rico. (Read Part 1). We knew we would see the group in its entirety at dinner.

Dining, Dancing, and Declining

It’s amazing how many people I had never come across during my tenure in Chicago. Yes, Chicago is a large city, but you gotta know how we socialized as teens. We had clubs; the clubs had parties, and we were bound to run into many folks at the many gatherings.

This gathering allowed me to meet folks I missed during my teens. We discovered we all belonged to teen clubs; we all went to downtown parties and events, and we all recounted adventures from when we were wild and crazy. What?!

Funny Stories: One person was at a concert at Grant Park in Chicago with her friends, and she had a drink that must have been potent, because when she woke up, she was the only one left in Grant Park! (Some friends, huh.) Another friend knew folks driving back to California who ended up circling Washington Park for three days.

Is it something about Chi Town’s parks? What?!

Of course, I’m telling y’all the benign stories, but it was so nice to meet and dine with various attendees. Most of us were from Chicago, but we lived all over the country. We had a standing reservation at Botticelli’s and enjoyed the conversation more than the food. And we loved getting on the waiters’ nerves. “May I have soft rolls instead of hard? Do you have vanilla vegan ice cream instead of chocolate? Where’s my salad?” After dining, we convened for shows and events, both collectively and individually.

Our first show featured the amazing Terran Brooks. He could really sing and provided great entertainment. Once Eddie Kendricks in the Temptations biopic and Simba in The Lion King, Brooks truly has star quality, and we got to see it.

As a group, we also saw the Grand Princess Dancers perform a tribute to R&B. Now, I don’t want to offend anyone, but we were like, “Y’all couldn’t find one Black dancer or singer?” Let’s just say that Rollin’ on the River waters were rough. What?!

Dancing

Y’all, at least aย few nights found us dancing to a DJ spinning music. We had to get him straight, too. He was playing Motown, but not the dance music. Once we put a bug in his ear, we got that floor jumping. On one song, a girl in a wheelchair was rolled by her husband down the middle of the floor jammin’! Some of us didn’t want to dance, but by the time We Are Family started, everyone was on the floor. But there was one or two of us who danced every song, but only one of the two was limping with bad knees the next morning. Guess who?

Here’s the thing. A word to the wise senior… You gotta know when to hold ’em and when to fold ’em. Ain’t no way I should’ve been up every single song. Lesson learned.

Stay tuned for Part III


By the time this song played, I was tired, but still jamming. We Are Family!

Terron Brooks singing The Impossible Dream




My Comfort Zone

I got up this morning with the intention of giving my two cents on our topic, Comfort, and I found that two thoughts crossed my mind:

1)Two articles I formatted yesterday for Garden Spices (GS) and

2)My spicyโ€ฆa garden spices blog.

The two articles in this current issue of GS, Comfort vs. Complacency, by Dr. Robert V. Gerard, and Comfort and the Cost of Staying Still, by Professor RJ Starr, hit me upside my head to the degree where this morning I found myself reading Iyanla Vanzant’s new book, Spiritual Hygiene, in hopes of discovering when and where my newfound level of complacency vs. comfort started. (Was this sentence long enough?) I realize that I bought my own advice – that because of the impact of Project 2025, I needed to settle in and reset, a comfort zone just for me.

Not that the advice was so bad, but it’s my zone that makes me question my intentions. Sitting on my behind browsing Social Media and watching TV are both comfortable activities for me, but if that’s all I do, what does my life look like? Certainly, not my Truth. And I’m telling you I did too much of that in ’25.

I still traveled, started line dancing, attended events, and Garden Spices met all its publishing deadlines, but there was a spiritual void in me that entertainment could not fill. I am a minister, and although my knees and feet act up, I can still show out in doing service, other than posting and writing. Iyanla mentioned in her book a declaration about her “throne.”

Beyond the Christian tradition, I learned of the throne through Huna Hawaiian spirituality. Coming into alignment through the conscious, unconscious, and subconscious mind, the throne represents spiritual awareness. The two articles and Iyanla brought me to a place of mindfulness about my throne. Y’all, that’s where I’m sitting right now with TV off, and spirit-guided hands, I’m in a new zone declaring my spirit needs more to soar.

Spicyโ€ฆ, my blog is a part of my new zone. Rifling through my archives, I realize this complacency of 2025 is not my first rodeo; I rode this horse pretty well in times past. However, there was a time when I wrote at least once a month. Y’all, I’ve been on a wonderful cruise in November, celebrating fabulous 75-year-olds, and haven’t written about it yet. And do you think I made one piece of jewelry for VBGold Creations? What?!

I thank GS and Iyanla for the wakeup call. I’ll meet y’all soon in my next post about the cruise, and I have already set up two service providers and connected with my bead source for jewelry-making. I’m on the throne, open to receiving my guidance.


โ€œItโ€™s all good/love/Godโ€ โ€“ Victorine

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