The Music is all around Us

Stroll passionately along the beach of the small barrier island and enter into an open air museum.  Look intently at the crumpled lobster trap embedded in the sand and envision a bronze sculpture growing from the earth.  Touch the barnacle encrusted anchor from a shipwrecked fishing boat and feel the past surge through your veins.  Listen quietly as the white capped wave’s crash against the rusted metal buoy. Breathe in the aroma from the salty sea that has washed a single red rose onto the rocks.   Imagine all these wonderful treasures placed before your eyes to enjoy for today only.

Stroll passionately along the beach of the small barrier island and enter into an open air museum.  Look intently at the crumpled lobster trap embedded in the sand and envision a bronze sculpture growing from the earth.  Touch the barnacle encrusted anchor from a shipwrecked fishing boat and feel the past surge through your veins.  Listen quietly as the white capped wave’s crash against the rusted metal buoy. Breathe in the aroma from the salty sea that has washed a single red rose onto the rocks.   Imagine all these wonderful treasures placed before your eyes to enjoy for today only.

The meaning of moon

I looked up into the sky this morning and the butter crescent moon looked like a giant smile.  What a way to start a Friday.  A sereneness foats and flutters saying yes-yes-yes - it's going to be a marvelous day.  During the hot summer months planes fly low above the crowded beaches pulling messages about towels, suntan lotion and rides in the sky. Life can be good if we watch for it and want it or it can just smack us right in the face - surprise.

Then again, it reminded me of a hammock strung on some lovely, awesome, spectacular, enchanted,  remote tropical island - far away from work, unhappiness and drudgery.  If I watch long enough the yellow hammock begins to swing and sway with sand dusted feet hanging over the side.  A completeness covers the hammock and the occupant. 

My mind can wander at times as my imagination burns like a forest fire out of control.  In Florida control burnsare a necessity as my mind wanderings are also a necessity for my inner being.  I kick back in my hammock in the sky and smile.

Catching a ride

Ignorance is no excuse for breaking the law but it is close to stupidity.  Who in their right mind would hop on the back of an endangered manatee and go for a ride?  Why would one think it is okay to jump on a poor defenseless critter and ride the waves.  A 52 year old woman from St. Petersburg did just that and she has no excuse as she is a tourist.  She lives in Florida.  Everyone knows about the manatees and if they don't they must live in a cave without any communication from the real world. 
I really hope this slightly screwy individual gets a hefty fine.  Make her do community service and give something back to the community instead of plain stupidity. 
Riding a manatee like it was some type of mechanical bull in a bar - hello.......

Fight for whats right

There should be a law and there isn't.  So perhaps I will try to lobby for one.  I believe millions will follow me and try to get the law enacted.  Let us get together and take this to our legislators.......No work on rainy days.  Eliminate working on days that it rains but we still need to be paid........

Clouds are moving

Well, I have finally reached almost to the top of the pit that I let myself fall into.  I can see little patches of hope the color of blue whipped together with white puffy clouds.  How did this happen?  I don't know it just did.  At last I have almost, not quite, sort of reached the rim to the real world.  Even thought he real world can be a pretty ugly place to be passing thru. 

Like the dog that was obviously lost or dropped off to fend for himself roaming around the neighborhood in search of food.  Early in the evening he would creep out from between a house and follow us.  I would call to him but off he would run.  To where?  The deep dark pit that I fell into?  Perhaps.  Now he is gone back to his owners - I hope. 

The food I left out for him was uneaten.  I wonder if he knew I was trying to help?  I wonder if his owners were bleating like baby lambs at his disappearance?  Perhaps.  Then - could be they had fallen into that pit and maybe they are still there waiting and hoping for his return.  Get out of the pit - I say to myself also. 

I think I can, I think I can huffed the Little Engine that could.  I know I can I know I can whispered the shattered ego.  And then Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall and all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again.  Okay so make scrambled eggs.  Be creative.  Be energetic.  Up inside that blue sky with the white puffed clouds is a colorful rainbow waiting to be discovered.