Ready To Take Off!

Whats’ Out There

One cool part of aging for me is being able to reflect on over sixty revolutions around the sun.  Most of my childhood travel comprised of five hour drives to Washington DC, visiting our many relatives that had left southern Virginia and North Carolina for better jobs.

My Dad was always the driver and my Mom would be super frustrated that every single time we drove there we would get lost.  My Dad’s reply was always the same.  “We’re not lost, we’re sightseeing”.  On the look back I realize that my love for travel begin with those family drives as a child.

I may have inherited my sense of direction from Dad.

Fast forward to nineteen year old Regenna whose boyfriend had quit school two years earlier, joined the marines and was stationed in Hawaii. I was READY TO TAKE OFF!

I am the first in my immediate family to fly on a plane for leisure travel.


The Life Of A Day

Country Life

One Day

We can only live one day at a time. When those twenty four hours are done, it’s done. If you agree that time is our most precious resource, then it’s a good time to FOCUS on how you want to experience life.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white.
The bright blessed day – the dark sacred night,
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Louis Armstrong

Anything and happen in a day. That’s what makes life so exciting.
Take a look at a life of a day in my world.

Tuning Up Life.


“to return and get it”

The Sankofa Symbol (san – “to return”; ko – “to go”; fa – “to fetch, to seek and take”). Photo Credit:

The word Sankofa is from the Asante Twi language of the Akan people of Western Africa. The word itself means, “to return and get it”.

The concept of Sankofa “depicts a mythical bird flying forward with its head turned backward.
The egg in its mouth represents the ‘gems’ or knowledge of the past upon which wisdom is based; it also signifies the generation to come that would benefit from that wisdom.”

I was born in America. I am a descendant of a people who were kidnapped, transported to a new land, and sold into enslavement.

I am American, but I can’t shake this feeling of being out of place, this feeling of not belonging, and the constant disappointment of this country’s unwilling to face up to it’s ugly past and ugly present.

Searching, Finding, Honoring

Over the last ten years I have been seaching for my ancestors, and grasping to make sense of the unimaginable circumstances my people endured, that I AM HERE.
It is in the spirit of SANKOFA that I am able to share pieces of my journey to find my ancestors names, and stories and to continue moving forward KNOWING who I AM and that I AM.

Picture This
Unknown Family Grave
Rock of Ages
The fruit of seeds planted years ago by ancestors known and unknown.
This Land is My Land
Piecing together my ancestors.
Name That Ancestor
One Hundred Years From Now