Category: December 2020

Follow Your Bliss

I have been following Auntie Bubba for years. From back in the day when there weren’t as many blogs. You wrote and posted. The title and image would come up on a page. You could browse and read. They hadn’t yet come up with the algorithms that steer you like cattle through a gap. She lived as a nanny, in Paris, when I first set up a reading list. Then she moved to San Francisco. Got a scooter. Went swimming down by the SF bridge. Moved out of an apartment. Got money. Went to school. She’s is or was a burning man participant. She figures out how to make things happen for her. She documents it.

I have sponsored people much younger than myself and I advise them to check out her blog. You can do. You can achieve. Right now she is having surgeries, and she gets in the pool to enhance her recovery. A life hiccup yet another thing I advise people to do. Heal. But will they do it?

I too follow my bliss. And yes, it’s hard work. A lot of letting go.

We only have one life – that I know of. I’ve been on one adventure after another. I am getting older and you would think it’s easier. But it’s not. It’s the same. You have a plan, obstacles, hurdles and dismounts. The idea is to enjoy the journey.

Writing helps.

I can look back and know where I’ve been. WOW….it’s a lot.

I am planning a trip to Bocas Del Torro and it feels daunting. Every thing use to be dirt cheap. I don’t like spending money. Now there’s the COVID issue. Planes don’t have flights they use to have. You have to meet mandatory dead lines on tests.

WTF – you use to only have to consider marauders and murderers. Now, that isn’t even an issue. I guess they are staying home to be COVID safe.

Now it’s high priced rooms and boat trips…..I can do this. – More will be revealed.

Thank you Auntie Bubba. You are an inspiration. Life is out there. Do it!

I am taking an ounce of my own advice.

Family History

Ancestors Ancestors and more Ancestors

Mary Frances Lowe Peterson was my great – grandmother. She lived on Blair Road, on the family farm. She was born and raised on the families land tract. She was there, when my mother woke up, as a five year old, smelling smoke and hearing a crackling noise. She alerted the family, saving their lives. A night they never forgot! They lost everything, but themselves. The little, curly haired cherub, became an instant hero. Mary also lived with my Grandmother, Elizabeth Peterson McInarnay, on Phyllis St. The family had built a house there, following the farm house burning to the ground.

They rebuilt the farm house.

Continue reading Family History

Not A Poet

I am not a poet. I have a beat. I have an attitude.

I have been beat ~ down

I have been lifted up ~

I have placed my weight so far out, that I hindered my chances ~ a brief encounter

stalked by an engagement of force that left me

waiting for breath

I am not a poet.

Cow Town

I am, in the count down, to exit. Yet, another exodus. Sure, it’s a vacation, and I am a tourist in Costa Rica, but it’s more than that. It’s a continuance of a dream. Yes, I know my abode will be there waiting, behind the fence of hibiscus, surrounded by bougainvillea, birds of paradise, a large mango, cacti, lemon trees, avocados and oranges. It always feels magical when I enter through that gate. It is my Oz.

The house is on a dirt road, adjacent to a large farm. No crops just land. It was originally a Spanish land grant, to the family that still owns a portion, of the tract.

A hotel, with all of the amenities is in front of me, and on the ocean. Their neighbor is the Costa Rica Sailing Center.

The town of Flamingo/Potrero is currently constructing a large marina. Playa Potrero, Pasture Beach, the one time home to a herd of cattle, that stormed the beach, in a slow saunter, to get their dose of salt from the ocean, is now going to usher in boats and more boats. You can’t have both. Cows and boats don’t mix.

Such is progress.

Here, I leave behind the billowing smoke of two paper mills, on the island, Amelia, which is also an international tourist destination.

Paper mills and high end condos don’t seem the perfect match either. Gone are the days of sand dunes and shrimp boats. Ah, who cares.

I have goals for myself. I always do.

I have to thank my sister Deena, her grandchildren, and my Crossfit group for the outcome of my most recent days; friends and family. And I don’t want to forget God, who never forsakes me.

This year is ending, and I have to say I had the one and only Christmas that I have ever enjoyed. I have surfed on Christmas days and they were great, but I was hardly aware it was Christmas.* I have remembered yet another great December 25th. It was the first one that Rooster and I were together, in 1983.

My goals for the future are my health and my attitude.

I look forward to it all.

Day by Day.

Como Las Vacas ~ Live Like the Cows

Dare to Challenge the Illusion

What is your reality?

Do you live in love and kindness? Are you surrounded by people that care for you and support your endeavors?

If you are unhappy in your existence, can you change it?

Can you walk into the unknown?

Or are your feet, blocks of cement, and your mind a hamster wheel?

Break the mold!

Be different – Dream Big

I have not been writing. I have been listening to talks by Dr. Joe Dispenza. What a gift. I have turned many corners, following my daughters passing. And I am now more committed than ever to live en -joy.

I See People Beautiful

Keep on keeping on ~

These are photos from my instagram @everydaypaparazza. I accumulated 800 good photos. Photos of random people and those I know. It gave me energy and happiness. That mojo is gone. It got up and ran down the road. It died.

I am moving on.

Milk a Dead Cow

One day oil ~ One day wind ~ One day driving ~ One day walking ~ Only the strong survive ~

Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to change with it. If a day goes by that don’t change some of your old notions for new ones, that is about like trying to milk a dead cow. ~ This is a quote from Woodie Guthrie. A simple, complicated, brilliant man. The author of This Land is Your Land – Just remember – this ain’t new. –