Tag: adventure

Roll it all Back

Daily writing prompt
What technology would you be better off without, why?
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Trekking through the rain forest. Standing under majestic, celestial waterfalls, dodging a snake that fell through my ceiling, Making friends with Chorotega Indians, diving for lobster, surfing daily in empty line ups, crossing crocodile infested rivers, leaf cutters, dodging turtles making their way to the ocean in the brilliant sunlight of the Avellanes river mouth, flying across the Gulf of Mexico for a pentance/pennies, standing in line for a pay phone, only to be pushed to the side by a bold man, who ran in front of me and grabbed the phone, mother fucker, having the bank president take me outside to show me how to use a machine to get money, machine guns, friendly men with machine guns, climbing into pools of water held by boulders, sit in one, cold, climb a boulder, hot, miles of clay highway, no road signs to guide you, no GPS, no pop up blocked, sitting at a table in Guatemala with a Professor from the Aisle of Wight, a mechanic, an international business major, the host family and the argument of Fingerprints of the Gods, horses, cows, dogs, bot flies, dengue, You’re gonna get fucked, survival of the fittest, you can hang, being a pioneer, making the way for pussy footed others who want to change cultures, colonization, apartheid, directions to church, starting point, Christie’s, real estate, yes, real estate, get it while you can. All of it. I would be better off writing in the sand, with a stick. Technology is a fast past to a hell fire. I’ll take the stars, on a dark, indigo night. Lit up by nuclear fusion, pulled by the weight of gravity. People dog the young, they are our only hope. People dog the poor, they are our only chance to happiness. Love. Your brother as yourself. Love God with all your heart.

Alex, oh Alex. Help me.

We are a ball, spinning through infinity. Hang on. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Wilson, oh Wilson. Help me.

AI suggests that I am mentally ill for having written this.

God, oh God. Help me.

Where am I?

I lean my head back to view my burlap ceiling. Stapled and framed in blonde wood. Another artistic flair. Something different.

Just ask me about different. It has been the theme of my life.

I sent my, Who Am I post, to Sassy Silver Surfers. An over fifty ladies group, of women who surf.

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Toyota

Daily writing prompt
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
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We have dreamed of crossing the country in our Toyota….1989 – 500, 000 miles. Can we do it? What do you think?

Would you try?

Vaca Vida

I love my job! In my younger years I experienced what I call mayhem at work. Jealousy, backstabbing. Who needs that? I walked off as many jobs as I had. I could not survive in that environment. I would have had to become like them. I refused. I sought another way and I found it. It’s not for the faint of heart. No one gets it. Everybody wants it. Find your path and sojourn. I love my job!

Vaca Vida means Cow Life. I live like the cows. Have you ever watched a cow? They are serene. I stepped off the edge of the planet and sold my beach house on Amelia Island. Built a house in Costa Rica. Bought three more houses on Amelia Island. They said it couldn’t be done. Not by me. I got no support, except from God, the Universe, and the people who cared, which were few. I have found, for the most part, the people around you, don’t want to see you do well. I have had to cut those people loose. It has not been easy. But I learned early on that the some of the best things in life are the hardest to come by. Then you can relax and watch the sunset.

Patience and perseverance is the key to all success.

I’m the kind of person, that runs ahead of the crowd. My good fortune has been my love of nature and dislike of pretentious bullies.

En Route 66 ***

Rooster, if we go down this path, what do you think will happen?

JBug depended on her husband. She looked at his grey hair and eyes that matched.

I don’t know. But if we don’t go, we’ll never know.

With locked wills and hearts, their minds were made. This wasn’t their first adventure.

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.

With Me Always

  • 1996

Hello!

I am thinking of adventure – on the heels of my house work – on the heels of my daughter’s passing.

I haven’t been writing, like I would have wanted to. I’ve had plenty to say and an over flow of thoughts and opinions, but prudence held me back. There’s much sensitivity out there; sadness and anger.

I don’t want to stir the pot.

I write to make sense of my life, which now includes my daughter’s death. It’s been hard. None of it seemed real. Then it seemed real and then it didn’t seem real.

So, I will work. I will clean my house. And I will plan my new adventure. My daughter will be with me always.

You’re Going to Die!!!!!!!!!

Yes and No

We are born, to soon learn, that we are going to die.

I really don’t know about other people’s inner lives. Communication has a way of drifting. It’s ethereal. And yet, it’s can be heavy, as a tombstone. An albatross. A spirit of unrelenting fear. Or, it can be as equally uplifting as a hot air balloon. Raising you above, to elevate you, and present a wide angle view. A unique and exhilarating vista.

I have experienced both.

I am a part of humanity. I accept it. I surrender. I give in.

But when other people share with me their optical illusion of life, such as;

  • Don’t climb that tree, you will fall out and get hurt
  • Don’t ride that motorcycle, you will get killed
  • You don’t want to go to New York, it’s dangerous
  • Don’t go to Nicaragua
  • Don’t go to the downtown San Jose market, you can’t handle it
  • You can’t surf the waves in Costa Rica, they’re too big for you
  • Going to college is a waste of time and money
  • When are you going to find a man, to take care of you
  • I wouldn’t wear that
  • Dreads are nasty
  • Every one in that neighborhood is on drugs
  • Crossfit will give you a heart attack

It’s an ongoing barrage of words, intended to keep you safe.

Then there is other safe speak, that catches your ear;

  • If you can’t climb, keep trying. It will make you strong
  • Get to know your bike
  • When you walk in New York, don’t always be looking up
  • Nicaragua can be dangerous
  • If you miss the market in San Jose, you will miss an opportunity of experiencing the culture. But beware.
  • Charge girl, you might get worked, but you can do it!
  • There will be the perfect man for you, when the time is right
  • Wear what makes you feel good and what you are comfortable in, and you might consider dressing appropriately, at times
  • Dreads are badass
  • That neighborhood is the sweet spot
  • Crossfit will enhance your life – no matter who you are – how big or little you are – or what injuries you have had. Motion is lotion.

It goes on and on.

I personally enjoy my freedom. And how things are these days, are nothing new, just jacked up and different. You have to apply yourself, to be free. As the yogis sat for theirs. No one can live your life for you. It’s all about your personal choices. Jump out of that plane, or not. Put that parachute on, or not.

I feel good in knowing that when I do reach my expiration date, I will have lived a full life. One of adventure and fun and pain and struggles.

Give it all you’ve got – or not.

Listen to me.

 

No GPS

To date, I have not given in to relying on a GPS.

They have taken the fun out of travel and adventure. No one knows how to give directions anymore. The serendipitous moments, meeting people on the road, to gather information is history.

And it’s strange how this technological phenomenon occurred so quickly.

As a whole, humanity is one step closer to being LOST.

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A Turtle~An Earthquake~and A Wolf at My Door

I’ve recently arrived home from a short road trip.

In Costa Rica, it’s best to be prepared for the unexpected. On the second leg of my journey; the first being a trip to Parrita,  I found myself spending the night, at a favorite haunt. An old style Tico palapa, right on the beach. It’s a gathering place for turtle lovers. We share meals there and swap stories. Continue reading A Turtle~An Earthquake~and A Wolf at My Door