Day of the Iguana

There is an abundance of iguanas in Costa Rica. It takes a while to get use to that fact. Actually, it takes a while to get use to all the wild life in Costa Rica. At one time, I felt as if I was living in the pages of a national geographic magazine. However, some of that feeling has dissipated, due to the development in the Guanacaste area where I live. And some of it is due to becoming accustomed to life in Central America.

One day, returning from a trip to Santa Cruz, the municipal seat of our area, a huge, blue iguana fell out of a tree and landed on the hood of our 76 Land Rover. Just a few more seconds and it would have been in my lap. That was terrifying. What are the odds of that happening?

Iguanas are a formidable looking, prehistoric-like, scaly, big lizard.

I have so many of them around my house, because I live on the edge of a farm. To the right of me is old Costa Rica; to the left, the new. For that reason, I have a lot of animals here on my little postage stamp property. Also, they love my garden and home. When I first put my garden in, I had to stack up rocks in preparation of defending my plants. Around three, every afternoon they would wake up and come out of their fallen logs, to eat my flowers. I was not going to let that happen. It actually was kind of fun. I didn’t really having anything better to do. It worked. All of my plants can fend for themselves now.

When I first lived in this house and the beams of the roof were still exposed, I could look up and see the tail of a brown lizard wrapped around the wood. He was up there and I was in my bed, so I just let it be. I ended up naming him Lynard, for Lynard Skynard, as I’m from the westside of Jacksonville, Florida, home of the southern, rock band. His presence was kind of comforting.

Eventually, Lynard left and was replaced by a bigger lizard. Now, I know it was a bigger lizard, because I saw it rather than just hear it, rustling around in the rafters.

When I pulled up in to the yard today, the dog was barking and the children were squealing, IGUANA, IGUANA!…. Meet my longtime house guest, whom I have no name for. He looks harmless and I’m sure he is, but I had a hard time walking around him to get in my door. They just look so creepy. He looked as if he would spring and attack, but I guess that wasn’t the case.

 

This freeloader was lassoed and escorted to the street.

This guy, who also posed for the top picture, has been circling my house for the last few days. He appears to be aggressive.

I think I need to put out a no vacancy~then I’ll have just enough time to go see the sunset!

Have a good day and have a GREAT year.

Surfing, Misplaced Christmas and a Weird New Year

First, I want to tell you, that two mornings ago, my friend Jeffro and I, did a dawn patrol. We surfed alone, for probably thirty minutes. I have not experienced this here, in years.  It was awesome; the waves, the water, the sky, the coastline and no people to distract my focus. It was glassy, with an offshore wind.

My husband and I, used to surf, Playa Avellanas, by ourselves, quite a bit. I’ll never forget the day, we paddled out, at the river mouth, and I paddled right in to the first wave, of a clean up set. It had to be ten feet. I don’t expect that to ever happen again. I didn’t have time to think. I just went. And there was not one person out there for me to worry about hitting. In recent years, I’ve paddled and backed out of more than one wave; because there were a line of surfers, at the bottom of the wave, looking up at me. For years, we enjoyed surfing with an average of  twelve people in the water, in front of Lola’s, a local restaurant, which used to be Freddie’s. We had many days with two or three other people at the river mouth.

This is Jeffro.

I am so grateful for all of those days, in the water, with few people. Those were the days. And the older I get, the more I know, these are the “good ole days”. That kind of attitude goes a long way when your session is “invaded” by fifty people. That’s what happened two days ago. But I was happy. I got my waves and I got out. It was a great morning. Continue reading “Surfing, Misplaced Christmas and a Weird New Year”

OxyContin for Surfers

I don’t think so!

I had a thought, for a post. One that I am passionate about. It concerned health and healing.

As I was writing, in another room, the TV newscasters were droning on. It caught my attention. Once again, they were talking about Facebook and Blogging, and how no privacy exists today. The government flags certain blogs, supposedly, because of language they use, that constitutes buzz words. Government is probably one of the buzzers. Who knows? That thought inhibits me.

My original idea was; the use of drugs goes against the concept of  FREE SPIRIT, which is at the heart of my surfing life. A soul surfer would never want steroids!

 

Hilda JoAnn

This is my mother, Hilda JoAnn. Today was her birthday, so, I’m thinking of her. I am proud to be a part of her lineage. She was, “born at the right time”. Which was December 27th, 1933. She flew away, January 16th 2007.

I use to dream of Julie Andrews being my mother. I just knew, that if she were my mother, I would be so happy. And, of course, I would have a wonderful voice. Life would be a musical.

Being Hilda’s daughter, was kind of like being in a chorus line. She was our leader and we were all her followers, but I couldn’t dance and I couldn’t sing.

My mother was a phenomenal woman. She was Irish Catholic.She got married at the age of fourteen, had five children, and made a fortune. How did she do that?

She lived with my father, until widowed. They were a team. I watched them work, and play, and laugh, and fight together. They played a lot of cards. She took us to church, but didn’t go, until the end of her life. She waited on the priest to receive her rights, before she would leave.

She answered the altar call, when we went to hear Joel O’Steen preach. She acted like it was a convenient time to stretch her legs. She wasn’t fooling me.

She told me, that no matter how bad things are; the sun will rise again in the morning.

She had, what people would call, a good attitude.

She also said, “if you don’t have something good to say about someone, then don’t say it at all.”~ she practiced that.

She was smart. She must have been. Having limited formal years of school, she was educated. She was an avid reader. I never knew, until I was grown, that when she was in her reading chair; she had ear plugs in. I told you she was smart.

She wasn’t scared of Y2k. She knew her math and owned paper, and pencil.

She outran the IRS, but they caught her, after her death.

I never saw a grey hair in her head.

I believe my mother was a great example, of being dealt the hand called life, and playing it well.

She gave me my love of the ocean.

So, I surf. Who needs to sing?

P.S. She was a good cook.

P.S.S. I really mean it. She was!

Looking back~

This is Susan Nicks~my first spiritual teacher~she taught me that everything I really needed to know, I had learned in kindergarten, among other things. I don’t believe our paths crossed, by accident. I do believe in God. God is alive and God lives through me.

Just the other day I had the feeling of looking to my future. Today I have the feeling of looking back. It has been quite a year. Like every year, there’s always good happening and things that are not so good. What I have come to realize is, it’s what I focus on the most, is going to determine the overall mood of my life. So,why not focus on the good? It’s a choice.

There was a time in my life, when I can honestly say that I did not possess that choice. I was ruled by all things external.

Due to circumstances, I found myself in the company of people who knew a better way to live. It involved becoming unenmeshed. I do not have to be homogenous with those around me.

When people call you rebellious or lazy, what they are saying is, they cannot control you.

It was required in my home, for everyone to think along the same lines: to do things in a unified time frame. That was impossible for me. Not only with my family of origin, but in other social settings. I always wondered, why in the world should I wear my hair like that, or drive a car like that, or live in a house like that. Just to be like everyone else?

However, if you’re the odd man/woman out, it can be  a trial to say the least.

Then, it happened, for me, “when the student is ready, the teacher will appear”.

I learned to ~ Let Go and Let God ~To Live ~ One Day at a Time ~Relax.I let life unfold; I practice, Live and Let Live ~ To Thine Own Self Be True ~ Love and Service…People First, Money  Second  (Suzie Orman). And in the words of  Scarlett O’Hara, “Why do today, what you can put off until tomorrow” ~ Slow down you move to fast, you’ve got to make the morning last (Paul Simon) ~just have a good day, it’s really all you have (me)

Life is not a competition.

For twenty-four years, I have made New Years’ Resolutions. I know what I am going to resolve, in my life, this year. In looking back, I feel strong in looking forward. And whatever I do, I don’t have to do it alone.

If I have a choice, which I do, then, why not?

!I Ride~a ROZO!

 

I ride a Rozo. On the bottom of my board, pencilled in, is the word TEAM. When I first saw that, I felt as if, I had waited all of my life, for that moment. I felt recognized. I’ve ridden so many waves in my life. I have been in a thousand paddle battles. I’ve had to fight for my waves, and maneuver my path, to place me by oceanside. I’ve paid my dues.

            At different times in my life surfing was out of my reach ~ but, not anymore.

This picture hangs on the wall in Rozo’s workshop. It’s from a surfing magazine.

He was my role model as a kid, and he is still my role model.

He is a focused and humble man.

This is Tommy, Rozo’s brother. He covers the shaped foam, with fiberglass. This guy is so fast. It was fascinating to watch him work. Continue reading “!I Ride~a ROZO!”