April Winds and Nickernuts

Ever meet someone whose voice resounds truth, can’t help but feel dejavu?! Annie Dike,  author of Keys of the Kingdom and Salt of a Sailor, one such soul whose words impacted. Like a tiller, she thrust thoughts slightly above downwind, made me laugh out loud and cry in the same paragraph. Was able to chat with her over cyber space, where she pointed me to her youtube vids and blog space. She so made me smile, days like this you know we are all interconnected, all travelers breathing the same air and some actually discover love, never returning to once was. Embracing change we come to a knowledge of truth.

We indeed attract what we need, oh, especially trek adventures, where reflections found in nature totally refresh. Like watching the Great Blue Heron relaxing by the river or the Egret silently cruising over the waters edge.

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”— Marcel Proust

Latest trek revealed a new discovery of these cesious blue beans; NICKERNUTS!

These prickly pods totally fascinated us.  A dozen times we frequented this area and never saw them, the upload was even more astonishing.  Along with this one lone Morning Glory revealing a tiny illuminated center, can you see it?

As I reflected on this lonely fairy like face it hit me, there was not one bee, no butterfly’s nor hummingbirds to be seen on any flower.  It’s bloom lasts a few days, but the plant produces so many new ones that its flowering time lasts the whole summer. So maybe it was just an off day for these pollinators?

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Even the sea was calm, almost flaccid. Did spy large fish action; spinner shark or tarpon breaking the surface of the water, a few sailboats at anchor and powerboats whizzing by and a handful of plovers. Below is a quick clip of the sea of glass witnessed today.

Definitely the calm before the storm as just two days later we would witness a radical change.  As a cold front approached so did the winds, stirring up 15-20 ft waves!  One must respect and know how to adjust those sails to reach their destination. Smiling thinking I get why surfers morph into sailors.

“You can’t stop the waves but you can learn to surf.” – John KabatZinn 

Surfing is so much more than a sport, it’s a lifestyle and with this lifestyle comes prudence. The ability to choose which wave to surf, for sailors to distinguish when to stay put on anchor, or seek shelter in harbor.

Suppose in a way I am living vicariously through my best friend, a former Key West hippie. 🙂 His stories awaken something deep in my belly, hard to put into words the surge. Either way we can smile and say BRING IT ON, the goal?! Living debt free of course. This meant casting away all shadows of doubt and most definitely living fully in the present.

You demonstrate love by giving it unconditionally to yourself.  And, as you do, you attract others into your life who are able to love you without conditions Paul Ferrini 

About Brenda

"Brenda adores the birds. She is enchanted with their grace, their beauty. It was the birds and being out among them that gave her the peace she so needed and forged a new passion She uses a camera to capture those incredible moments, to savor them and share them with others. For her the camera was freedom. Brenda spent her life healing others, and dealing with incredible pain and despair. The world of birds and nature and photography was what she turned to in order to see the beautiful side of the world" -Eric Curtis Cummings
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