Untie the Wild Soul

Know anyone who lived their lives so completely transparent meeting them changes you forever?  Maybe this is what the Saints of old were like. Profoundly honest with living their truth, in their presence you become energized, yes you can’t fake authenticity; power to ride out polluted waves of change.

Think everyone deep down desires this in their lives, however there is a price. I see the price some people have paid as they are lying on a hospital bed. It’s so sad. Choices have left many in palsy, years of wrong choices will become evident eventually. However everyone has a gift buried deep within them. It’s called CHOICE. We can choose to forgive, we can choose to face our ugly selves, bathe or be bathed.

Sometimes I sit down to write and say WTF CRAP!! Carrying lots in my heart, wondering where I fit in with the climate change and pollution around me and wonder how I can truly make a difference. Of course we know the answer is to work on our own disease, our own weakness, leave the harsh judgment “out there” don’t pollute our inner sanctuaries. — sigh — yet I wonder, what is it going to take for the pollution to stop?

THEY say; NOT ENOUGH POLITICAL WILL for this to stop. Ahh and they say it will cost TAX PAYERS BILLIONS; again tax the people to fix their wrong doing. SOMETHING has got to give. So decided I will not consume sugar. Crazy?? You may think so, yet I’ve done my research. Refined sugar is poison. It is found in most engineered food; even SALT!! Laced with sugar; fructose, sucrose, these refined additives promote not only cravings but inflammation within your body and plaques on one’s brain.

As I observe nature and it’s beauty I wonder if many of these species will still be around when my grandchildren are my age? Tears stream and wonder if my thoughts and prayers are empty. Certainly they fill my heart with boldness. Thinking about the time trekking through the mountains of Montana, and a whisper comes from my heart; O Father please let my children and their children see this too!

Thinking on these thoughts when I am called to greet a visitor!! Well didn’t a little Red Bellied Woodpecker and then a speckled black and white Downy decide to Rap tap tap upon our tree. They came in quite close, didn’t appear to even be aware of our presence. Just adore it when Nature shows up unexpectedly, always teaching, always refreshing.

Grand-daughter watching a bird build a nest amongst my daughter’s tulips~

Did you know Woodpeckers tongue’s are quite long. This is how they reach the carpenter ants, termites and bark beetles! Their tongues wrap around their brain and cushions it as they pound their face into the tree, withstanding a force of 1,000 G’s without so much as a concussion or brain damage! Have a diagram of the anatomy of woodpecker brain in a previous post.

It’s time to breathe new life into an old project. Use your creative vision effectively and hammer out new ways to break through.   -Woodpecker

Living comes down to waking up, giving thanks and embracing the new day with freshness and vigour. Planted a little rose bush a few months back and she is BLOOMING! Picked some flowers and put it in my friends moms vase. She’s been gone a few years now, nothing but memories and old pieces strewn around his house in boxes. I found this one vase cleaned it off and put the fresh cuttings in it. When he saw it,  shared how his mom use to grow roses. He talks so fondly of her, wish I could have known her, but then I suppose I do, it’s his tender side.

As I was snapping a quick shot noticed purple in the backyard old oak tree. What was discovered was PURE ORCHID ABUNDANCE!! And all WILD!!! I also took a quick film of it; just incredible! And to think I never noticed them before!! Climate change suites them!!

Every fall, every let down, every pang of separation, humbles you. And the adventure begins again. “Layers of an onion” my mom would say. You know I think I cook with onions almost every night. And again I smile remember what my Aunt shared with me, how she too was abandoned and yet she persevered, used her art and created the most amazing shelter. She re-entered my life to teach me a valuable lesson.  NEVER GIVE UP! She taught me the essence of “a fear faced is a fear erased”.

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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”  –-Albert Camus

 

Pollen Transporters

Lately my favorite pastime is sitting on the back porch and note nature’s presence. We’ve been visited by many squirrels, rabbits, red bellied wood peckers, Ibis, lizards, bumble bee’s and even saw a channel rat scamper by.

Did you know bumblebees usually have fewer individuals in their colonies and store less honey compared with the honeybee?!  They are one of few insects that have the ability to control their body temperature. The queen bee and her workers can shiver their flight muscles to warm themselves in cold weather. This allows them to fly and work at lower temperatures than most other insects. Makes sense why I usually see them around during cold fronts and not during summer months here.

We’ve had a bit of rain lately in Florida so the grass grows might fast and with it some weeds with pretty little purple flowers. This is when the bee’s catch my eyes. Every flower in our yard is attracting these pollinators!

My friend has this huge cactus in his front yard, one day we were totally mesmerized by all these winged visitors. Bee’s were plentiful and definitely attracted to this prickly source! Got a kick how neighbors and my friend were totally enthralled, such unique flowers and thankfully bees everywhere! It made me ponder about my friends uniqueness and how I loved him so.

Thinking about the transportation of knowledge and the importance of fertilizing our minds body and spirit, many dimensions of symbiotic communication. Even in nature you see the balance and maybe not so much with human alliances.

Mutualism is where both partners benefit, commensalism, only one species benefits while the other is neither helped nor harmed and parasitism, the parasite gains, while the host suffers.  Learned this while observing a butterfly cocoon. This one chrysalis, died! Was shocked and research shared about the OE disease called Ophryocystis Elektroscirrha!  This protozoan parasite infects our beautiful Monarchs and the caterpillars contract it while eating!

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Happy to report did witness a healthy butterfly birth and have yearly visitations now. Whimsical nature, capturing the mutual and commesaltory process of stigma, yes this is how I pray my relationships with others will yield.

With this rain comes a torrential washing, washing away of unhealthy habits. Habits can be almost unconscious don’t you think? Like what you eat, routines of remembrance. Personal memory reacquaints my present with the past. Understanding my love   addictions;  like coffee.

Many years ago my dad offered me a cup when I was eleven, with 3 tsp of sugar and cream. It was the beginning of my sugar and cream addiction, or maybe that was Easter.  See, my dad, a traveling salesman, wasn’t home much. How I missed him and when he was home, he genuinely was happy to see me. We fished together, he bought me my first bee bee gun, he spent time with me, he made me feel cherished, he was FUN!

Yes coffee time was a special  time with dad.  It was a time of bonding. And I got really good at playing cards, certain he let me beat him which totally made me feel genius. We would have poker tournaments and card rally’s all throughout our adulthood. His grandchildren loved him. I miss my dad, drinking coffee kept him close. Sometimes when afraid to move forward, one adopt’s detrimental habits. A diet of caffeine is not a healthy staple. Neither is one living in the past. Nature lives in the present, it has to or they may die prematurely. Ahh Mr Lizard throats in, showing off to a little female on the other side of the tree, aggressive in springtime indeed! This is when I notice his throat attraction matching a glorious wild sunflower on the trail.

Never know what thoughts will come from certain exposures. Today smile again, thinking how much my choices have changed. It’s a narrow path, and as my friend stated most recently; “I never get what I want but somehow get just what I need”. – GBP 

Everything is growing wildly around me, this omnipotent rain it’s touching roots. What is sprouting up is completely amazing to me. May this reflected flight always spur one higher.

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” – Douglas Adams

Father God, thank you omnipotent Creator for all that is, all that is yet to come, for the growth of your Nation on Earth, as it is in Heaven. Father as Eve entertained the Apple, and Adam bit in, Father may we be purified from inordinate tastes and sanctions. Father may we be delivered from the curse of greed and idolizing our past because of fearing to live in the now. Truly you give us our daily bread, delivering us from all intoxications which lead us away from divine light, making us parasites in this realm, a perverted DNA strand not meant to be. Let us seek to consume the natural so supernatural healing will thwart the political agendas; GMO’s, additives which are designed never to fulfill, only to yield a deeper, hunger, a deeper craving. Father without you, all peace is gone, all hope defiled. O Father, deliver us from every evil as we seek to draw from You, from Your tree of LIFE.  So kindness, caring and meekness of heart will rally up the warriors. As we run the good race, strengthen our bonds, our sinews, our organs. So Your will shall be completed in all our lives, and we can see You smile. O gracious Savior thank you, in YHWH י ה ו ה ‬precious name Jesus, we pray. Amen 

Vibrant and Blue

Florida skys never disappoint, blues of all shades reflect depth and stability. “Symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven” Blue is considered beneficial to the mind and body.

Upheavals in life sometimes find one looking up. Yes, time to pay it forward, knowing these investments “charge” the atmosphere, the momentum interlocks and predisposes growth in all forms. Life can be curiously strange.

Did you ever see Great Blue Heron Chicks in a nest? Yes, playfully learning. Love watching them, all of them, especially against a great blue sky.

 

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Well this month we would be assisting a man move from Florida to a home in Tennessee. His goal was to be close to family as he recently lost his best friend and dear wife of many years. How did he purchase his home?  Online of course! Soil unseen, hooked up by cyberspace, and it kinda made me think of internet dating.  You see the exterior ego reflection, yet have no comprehension of their soul atmosphere. Mind to mind and you think heart to heart until you meet them.

As I observed this gentleman detach, giving away furniture and holding onto noteworthy pieces, wondered how he would settle into his new domain.

We arrived and saw a yard unkempt, broken fences all around, pit bulls snarling, wow, such a contrast from the golf course manicured Florida lawn.  Greeted him with; “What beautiful trees and plants…it just needs some tender love and care”. Immediately he retorts; “A LITTLE??!!” Handkerchief to eyes he swept away rushing tears, you see, he just laid to rest that part of him; tender love and care.

 Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see. – Johnny Depp

Didn’t know this man really, he was Gary’s client, yet I felt his pain.

“Father in Heaven, Creator of the all, comfort this man today. Let us all see we are not alone, interconnected for oneness of purpose and reflected truth; authenticity in You. And Creator of the All, please let the suddenlies in life, like Saul’s light damascus, realign with a force on earth, as it is indeed in Heaven. We trevail but a season, our life demonstrating Your precepts, or not.  Oh Father of all, let us refresh as you have refreshed us…lead us onto the correct path. Amen”

We silently emptied the trailer of his belongings and bid him farewell. Most likely will never see this soul again and I pondered.

As we traveled down the mountains towards where we resided thought of the people we just met, the contrast was blatant. Dense greens and cold droplets awakened a memory from long ago. I too was wiping tears away. Sometimes we awake in a fog and barely recognize what was once so cherished. The mist moistens your face and you know you are still alive. Rejection will freeze you, move you must or apathy will consume you.

So home was our goal, love that word; home. Maybe this is why hot tears streamed.

“Each generation goes further than the generation preceding it because it stands on the shoulders of that generation.” – Ronald Reagan

We saw pleasant valley’s laden with cows, cute little calves and then I saw the tags and became sad. Marked for slaughter they were and didn’t like where my thoughts were taking me. It was drizzling cold and through the rain they greeted us and I wondered why I wasn’t vegan yet.

 

My daughter and son n law raise poultry. We facetime weekly and their stories delight me. Actually they don’t raise poultry for money, they are their PETS!  Sure they eat the eggs, nothing like the taste of fresh eggs, yolk is so rich tasting.  Guess if I raised animals on a farm would have a very difficult time with the slaughter part, I digress. Here is a smidgen of what they get to see. Yes thankful so thankful for my precious family.

 

As we approached home Gary suggested we refresh ourselves by visiting the shoreline. Afterall, saltwater fixes everything! There was this one beach I loved because of the shelf of rocks where one could stand and observer the surfers. So thankful for his suggestion, just the medicine needed and actually visited the shore not once, not twice but three times this month. Amazing the swells, temperature and light captured.

 

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Set after set came and the waves and rush of wind was invigorating. Again tears were emerging, cleansing was here. I came across this quote and found it sobering.

“There is nothing, nothing, more sad than a surfer who used to surf” – Unknown author

Broken hearts, broken dreams make for a sluggish life. You’re gonna insulate yourself, depression, alcohol, food…..so many forms of addiction all to cloak a hurt.

Someone shared this and found it noteworthy; P R O G R A M = People Relying On God Relaying A Message. Truly only in giving does one receive a measure. Thinking about that while meandering down a gorgeous path in central Florida. SO so rich with life and refreshment!

 

Unless one chooses to walk the path, benefits will elude you. Of course you can always hold on to resentment and blame others, Carrie Fisher summed it up perfectly with her quote.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die

Yes my friends, time to live in the present, after all that is exactly what it is!

Synergy

Thinking about water, how it fills the container it’s in, sustenance, synergy, and riding in the waves of change. Water is of major importance to all living things; according to H.H. Mitchell, biochemist and author, (sigh, another amazing dead man), the brain and heart are composed of .73 water and the lungs are about .83 percent.

My friend is a lover of the ocean. More time spent with him lets me see he is unafraid of sharks, fearless in many aspects. A strong swimmer all his life has made him a great navigator, he reads the tides well.

Some souls have a difficult time living well. Negative assaults have stunt one’s spirit, they become stuck. Hence their water consumption might be found mixed with vodka, and other agents of mayhem.  

Our kids and grands love playing mayhem, that playstation game;  In the wake of a global assault, the world has fallen under the rule of LEGION, a supervillainous criminal masterminds, or was it Tom Clancy’s Ps4 Rainbow X Siege  ?!  Ah it’s hard to keep up with their gaming choices.

Yes I digress, all I know is they excel and look forward to demolishing terrorist cells, extract hostages and cyberly conquering. Point being, my choice of fun is an adventure with mother nature. Love filming, then editing all whilst sipping in a good cup of hot java sprinkled with cinnamon. During these sessions it’s like absorbing truth. It quiets my soul.

When you forgive, you in no way change the past – but you sure do change the future. – Bernard Meltzer

So yes, smiling here amidst nature and this writing. Again she reiterates there is no idleness within her. She is not interested in morals, in right or wrong, justice or injustice. Everything express action according to it’s nature! When one is hungry they seek food, when one is tired they rest, attraction is innate and nesting DNA expressed.

Watching them build is such an honor. Which sticks they use, mud application to reinforce the nest, the proper location for a nest is and how the female chooses their mate! Nope,  nature is never idle.

Been visiting a fave wilderness treks over several years and have observed something quite profound. Unlike Ithaca NY in Sapsucker woods, where nesting Great BLue Herons have their own tree, here in Florida these species actually share a habitat. Nests are recycled not only by the original builders but by other birds. This year was struck with speckles of white, however not a mix of Egrets and Herons, no today revealed an almost extinct breed; Wood Stork. All those nesting birds were indeed the Wood Stork.

Wakodahatchee Wetlands in Boynton Beach Florida.  And another great joy? Sharing the adventure with good friends!!

Love visiting these places as they fear not the human and wildlife thrives. Intimate shots can be captured with a point and shoot, though preference is a 500mm where one can peer straight into a nest without disturbing the occupants. You know, they still look right through me.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition– Steve Jobs

Wood Stork were once on the endangered list, sought after for their white plumes these prehistoric birds almost indeed became extinct. Love their incredible personality. Mating for life they come to the same breeding grounds and I think I remember one certain pair, well, would like to think I recognize them. Unlike humans they are not addicted to pornography, alcohol or prescription drugs, they do not forgo mates from their youth. Although do notice they will switch loyalties if they feel it would increase the chances of producing surviving offspring.

It was so rewarding, always is quite profound, treks in Nature always fulfill, always gives far more than expected. Like when coming home from the Ocean spied a wind surfer. We pulled on the side of the road to film and this man actually invited us up on his dock. The happenstance was again reiterating a truth. People who partake with nature, attempt to harness the energy ARE energized. This new acquaintance, Regis stated; “This keeps me young” and I concur! His overwhelming zeal and kindness signatured the whole day in one great breath. He was riding the water, playing with the wind! He was ALIVE!

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Maybe this is why I am attracted to photography. “The coupling affect and perception in this way has an immediate and automatic reflection effect”.  This energy, this reflection, attracts situations, like this day, led down a street (which I couldn’t even tell you what town we were in or where this road is today), and meeting a kite surfer, who profoundly signatured a thought into reality!

“To a young heart, everything is fun.” – Charles Dickens

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Indeed we attract what we need to place us on destiny’s path. Situations happen which may leave one initially paralyzed, yet remember; ALL things work together for good to them that love God…Indeed. In this truth I rest. Life certainly is interesting, and to be an active participant in the journey?!  PRICELESS.

My Dad’s Last Words

Had this pelican fly by, not once, not twice, SEVEN times during my trek over the Bridge. Her and and then an Osprey appearing on my right chasing a Peregrine Falcon of all things.

Had a lot on my mind, firstly the assault that took place at work. It was verbal, happened in the ER where I practice, from a drug dependent client. It was a bit frightening.  And just like life, sometimes situations come in quite close that change you forever.

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You see these souls have demonic strength, one minute so docile and the next desperately demanding with no sense of right or wrong. We were met with a rigorous demonstration of; meet my needs or else. 

this is GOBBLET my daughter’s pet Turkey 🙂

Practitioners comfort all; cuts and scrapes, birthing moms, chest pain, MVA’s, drownings, syncopal events, electrocutions, conscious sedation for pulled ligaments, fractured bones and “them“ ; the addicted. Pain sufferers were not born that way. However they are prone to demonstrate abusive and narcissistic behaviors.

Well this moment was still hard to shake, not a fearful caregiver,  have seen it all, however this one got to me as they yelled; “IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME PAIN MEDICINE I AM GOING TO COME BACK AND SHOOT EVERY ONE OF YOU” 

Her threat went through me like an electric shock, as she was glaring right at me with her utterance.

Don’t know if you have ever had your life threatened, I have.  Once was confronted after leaving a court room while serving as an investigator for DCF.  Today, this threat,was Déjà Vu”,  the feeling was difficult to shrug off.

Every day, as corny as it may sound, well truly, it’s a gift. This day my life and those of my co-workers were threatened. A police report needed to be filed and was, what also was revealed was a great feeling of vulnerableness.  Little did we know only days later a horrid attack on students would surface and 17 would die at the hands of another desperate soul, right here in our very own state of Florida.

This feeling humbled me to a point of reference; how nature visited earlier in the form of a Pelican and it was helping me process.  She was more than a photograph of sunset reflections, and I think she was pregnant.  Never witnessed a Pelican nest in the wild have you?  They are very private and protective, so unlike when they eat or hunt for food. So I re-read the native reason for a visiting Pelican.

Sadly, my practice appeared to have no positive effect. Praying the soul who blames the system for their addiction gets the needed help. Medicine has a way of treating symptoms,  not the true reason for the pain.  We took a Hippocratic oath and I prayed privately, never to become a hypocrite. Today, recognize the need to die to fear and practice the original dream, be the practitioner who heals, seeds (sees) healing, because they themselves have finally received healing.

“I solemnly pledge to dedicate my life to the care of the sick, the promotion of health and the service of humanity. I will practice medicine with conscience and in truth. The health and dignity of my patients will be my first concern.”

Ahh yes, however this can only happen when practitioners choose health and dignity for themselves first.  Ask yourself; Why am I on this path? As you walk it out, revelation comes, bitterness cast off. As your honest with the feeling in your heart, alignment comes.

That patient scared me, she didn’t care about us, she cared about her drug. Maybe remorse would come later for all of them, the boy who shot his schoolmates, the college student who killed his parents, or the friend who lost his family.

The end result had a beginning and most times an invitation for a Tabula rasa, living teaches you this.  However one can have emotional baggage dragging them down like cement blocks tied to their feet.  The true litmus test, well that would be Joy!!  This is what I feel spending time in nature births, spending time with Jehovah. 

Your emotional life is not written in cement during childhood. You write each chapter as you go along. –Harry Stack Sullivan

Today as I process all of this it legitimately confirms living is a choice.  We have to accept the consequences of every action and sometimes it’s excruciatingly hard to get back up, again.

Cognitive scientist and public intellectual  Steven Pinker urges us to step back from the gory headlines and prophecies of doom and navigate through the tangled emotions. I agree with that. It takes great strength to rise from the depths of our past. And even greater fortitude not to doubt our beliefs, our love, our existence.

Did you know the Crested Cormorant can dive up to 300 ft? Another water bird, not unlike the Anhinga, the only difference is a curved beak, where they snag their pray instead of piercing. To see them emerge from the water reveals their great strength.

Love on my friends, in the depth of all the honesty left within you, stay kind, stay thankful, yes, through the pain, through the loss, knowing  “LOVE WINS everytime”; my dads last words I remember.

A Trail of Love

Went for a trek through the city the other day. Enjoy the convenience of shops, eateries and enchanting state of the art infrastructures, though if one is to be honest, the appeal is short lived. Ionized fish, manufactured waterfalls, all which mimic intimacy, the place where earth, rocks and water coalesce.  The song of remembrance, trickling from my youth, ah yes, the time spent in the Smokies with my besties.

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It was quite a hike, at least it was a good workout, entertaining sights and aromas despite this concrete ground. The noise of the traffic was cathartic, humming of the tires whizzing by, thumping like a heartbeat over every expansion joint on this one mile bridge. Could feel the tautness in my calves and hamstrings as this elevation evoked a strong memory, from a different mountaintop, the time we made it to “Hidden Lake”.   No mosquitos, Moose or Grizzly’s here tho. For a moment sadly whispered;  “where is your refreshing Lord?”  as the smell of tar and gas fumes was making me nauseous.

It’s then I peered off the side of Roosevelt Bridge and saw her.  On tippy toe I balanced my 400 mm and captured this beauty, my favorite bird, a lone Great Blue Heron, her feathers a bit ruffled, yet was pristinely balanced on those spindly legs.

She cocked her head and looked right through my lens and then proceeded to preen.

“Do not lose patience my child, one does not need massive pillars to remain stable. Stay kind, keep pure, for your temple musn’t be defiled by sorrows. Hold fast to the truest form of love, divinely lit never to be idle. Winds of doubt will capsize even the greatest, yet simple heart felt joy grows purely.” –  Selah

Forged on this asphalt trek, the sights were interesting. A woman leaving a yacht, well preserved, glowing bronze skin, adorned with a white gold tennis bracelet, flashing a white smile, not one hair on her head out of place. As I rounded the path witnessed a few men cleaning the massive hull she had departed from and had to giggle, ah yes, we all serve and seek some form of a monetary connection, don’t we?

Crossing another bridge came across some fishermen. Their bright smiles revealed one gold tooth and shaded eyes, the sun reflections were bright amongst the cascading blue and greens below. Pompano was running, an honest catch for the day and they would be off to the local sushi shops, selling to our favorite hole in the wall bistros, contributions for continued success. Thinking ah yes another food chain revealed and I see a different shade of green and circular black.

Felt all the tears laid upon these bricks, this spot of brokeness.  And even amidst the artifacts of the void,  so much love was felt. Contemplating life and death continued on my trek, soon peering a human domain, a makeshift shelter, mattress hidden amongst the dense brush.  Heard the buzzing of bees, butterflies flit about, lizards sprinting, birds chirping all on this path, the path on the other side.

“When Jesus saw great multitudes about him, he gave a commandment, go depart unto the other side”- Matthew 8:18

Ah the other side away from the multitudes, away from the educated, the wealthy and the curiously covetous. Felt peace here, the peace of an unburdened soul. Owning no great Yacht, no 5 star business, no need to impress or be pressed, yes paused at the doorstep of the other side.  It’s a delicate realm, stillness, the place where gentle breezes caress the flowers.  Breathed in the moment and squeezed the trigger as nature was revealing herself.

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Love and light isn’t always what you see, sometimes you sense something, you consciously anchor in this secluded spot and portals of understanding open. You suddenly see what is asking to be seen.

Made it home and was greeted by wagging tails and warm smiles, my personal aches and pains subside as my friend tells me stories about his day. This one story really tickled me, about his almost client. Remember when this call came in, one could barely understand the voicemail. As the story goes, he needed his truck window fixed and when my friend  finally made his way to his home the meet and greet wasn’t exactly pleasant. In fact his story almost made me pee myself.  “Met a decrepit person with a hole in his throat”

My friend doesn’t quite get my dark personality. Truly think it’s present in most health professionals, after all it has been many years studying, serving, and coping with hurting humans. And in this case, with my friend describing in his horror a man who formulated words by “putting a finger over a mucous filled hole in this throat”  well he had my full attention.

“Cranky old man with a trach in this throat, pretty weird, (and then he attempts to imitate with a foul gurgly voice) This is when I am totally loosing it, especially when he shared his response to this client; “So you had me come all the way out here for nothing?!”

Now I am howling. My breath is now a hiccup of convulsive wheezes. His voice intensifies; “Hey this isn’t funny, that old man was in a wheel chair and had me come all the way out there to cuss at me, that son of a bitch”.

See you need to know my friend and the reason for spewing my coffee on my computer screen even now while attempting to write this. Nothing really upsets him, he is level headed and quite rational, quite in control, I am more the emotional one.  Well here he was venting, processing as we all do, so the next day I suggested we pay it forward, go fix his truck for free and I would join him, maybe could help too, as a caring practitioner.

Of course that part of the story hasn’t happened….yet. 🙂

^“Stay on good terms with each other, held together by love. Be ready with a meal or a bed when it’s needed. Why, some have extended hospitality to angels without ever knowing it! Regard prisoners as if you were in prison with them. Look on victims of abuse as if what happened to them had happened to you.” Hebrews 13 MSG BIBLE

Every day is a gift, every moment and breath a choice, sometimes encounters can catch you off guard and reveal your character, buried hurts or broken dreams. Boot camp is an engaging place and well honestly, wouldn’t want to be on the hard with anyone else but him right now.

Our lives improve only when we take chances ~ and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be Honest with ourselves.  ~ Walter Anderson

Sky Hunters and Below

Always love to witness Nature on the fly, especially the Osprey. This day as I peered out on the banks of the river had this visitation. BAM he struck the water with such force and came up with this mullet but soon dropped him. That’s when a pair of brown Pelican’s flew in for their infamous scoop and gulp fill!

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Unlike other pelicans, brown pelicans hunt by diving into water with wings partly folded in order to catch prey. They’ve learned that they can get a better aim at fish under water if they dive between 60 and 90 degrees, water refraction reduced makes for good spear fishing.  Their pouch will hold up to three gallons of water and the stomach about one gallon! It was fun to watch them feed today. Here is a poem written by humorist writer –Dixon Lanier Merritt

A wonderful bird is the pelican,

His bill will hold more than his belican,

He can take in his beak

Enough food for a week

But I’m damned if I see how the helican! 

It’s cold here in Florida, my nose is running, sniffling shuffle through the brisk breeze and then this dragonfly catches my eye, he is unaffected by this weather, holding fast he warms himself and lets me get a closeup shot. Sitting by this stream, making certain no pile of red ants will make its way to my derriere, I crack myself up. Ahh the dangers I must avoid while getting a shot.

These are the streams we find here in Florida and it’s a blessing this sweet pathway, gently meandering, waters crystal clear. A pink dragonfly lands right in front of me, misty brown and crystal wings, an oracle of refreshing. Sit there for quite awhile, absorbing his beauty, zooming into a delicate kaleidoscope of of crimson, almost missed.

Streams of consciousness, flows of thought almost missed because we don’t make time to be still, quiet enough to hear, and dare to be honest with ourselves.

The male Roseate Skimmer is Florida’s only pink dragonfly. Foraging for insects they sit at the top of tall vegetation. Naiads , their larvae, are here in this silty bottom shallow streams, living underwater feeding on mosquito larvae, even small fish and tadpoles.  As flying adults, dragonflies continue to feed on adult mosquitoes snatching and consuming them in mid air! Also within the brackish waters are the needle fish.  Below are a few pictures found on the internet of the Needlefish.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Needlefish

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Never knew about their territorial ways and goodness, if you threaten them they will spring forth as their given name; spearing their adversaries. They have been known to kill humans, about par with coconut deaths.   “Their sharp beaks can puncture the human body and the beak might break inside the body. Such cases have been very rare; however, there have been records of death of two people in Hawaii and Vietnam due to attack by the needlefish. A 10 year old boy in Hawaii was attacked by a needlefish, piercing his eyes and brain. The other victim was a Vietnamese whose heart was pierced by a needlefish. Apart from these fatal incidents, there are cases where people have suffered punctures on various parts of their bodies.”  Animalspot.net needlefish

One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say. Bryant H. McGill

Respect Nature, respect the unique anatomy and well SPEAR FISH SPEAR! And butterflies flutter and broken hearts… bleed.

Ahh no regret….no remorse………..we learn to live half a life. Letting go of all rejection we smile, we heal, we hope, we love on.

It’s taken me a long time flying out of the depths of rejection. To regain the light of understanding hoping for true healing. Praying may the ice melt in your soul.

Bitterness is not a healthy cloak to wear.

Really all we need is to open our hearts to what CAN BE! Do we dare to believe?

“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.”  Adele Laurie Blue Adkins / Daniel D. Wilson

Yes, please see through the walls, stay kind to all and take a moment to put yourself in the “other’s” shoes, and well, dare to love.  whether equipped with wings or fins, dive deep.