Tag: Amelia Island

Skinning Cats

Out with the Old – In With ?

I suppose it’s a matter of perspective. – Today, I was headed to Jacksonville on A1A. There are now, “don’t bother the birds” signs, on the best beach, for flounder fishing. Another spot gone.

If you’re new here to Amelia Island, you are surely calling it paradise. Jetting around in your new car, that you bought from your northern sale, profit. Good for you. You also complain about the slow cars. You’re on an island. Slow the fuck down, dumb ass.

The picture above is, of a building; a place where we use to get our tires fixed. It’s being demolished. Now you can go to Tire Kingdom and get ripped off. I took my truck to them and said, no thank you. They just weren’t qualified to touch my truck. I have to go to Yulee for good service. But there’s a long wait.

One mile up the road, across the street from Winn Dixie are hobo camps. They hide by the CSX tracks and shoot fentanyl. It’s a sad world out there. But they too have discovered paradise. The word is out!

Everybody wants what they want. From high rise condos that are apt to collapse over time, to lost souls deteriorating amongst brown, fallen palm fronds. I just want to fish, and be in unpolluted ocean water. Sales and marketing didn’t bring me here. Neither did the whispers of the Jacksonville junkies.

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.

So, I will rely on my years of patience and perseverance.

I will skin this cat.

Meeeooowwww!

Sober Sunday

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Take away the alcohol. Take away the dirty clothes. Take away the loneliness.

And yet, my life is still fragmented; shards of money, property and family. I live in different worlds. The one in my head, the one in my heart and then the moments of time that occur, which are suppose to be the best. Problemless. Carefree breaths of time.

Is Bethlehem still there? How are the Palestinians and the Israelis doing?

Here on Amelia psychotropics rule. Cancer is atmospheric and the beach is disappearing. ( for me anyway )

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Now What

Life is not about never failing ~ but rising from every fall ~

I have been on the island, for 18 months. My daughter had cancer. A long fought battle to survive, ended two weeks ago. Life requires more than a will to live. She never did relinquish. Her body gave out.

She’s in my mind.

A friend wrote me a note saying; grief is pernicious.

I am going to clean my yard.

Rise Up

The silence is deafening. So much so, that I hear the mill droning on. It’s creating the low lying pollution, blanketing our island. Someone is taking advantage of this situation. The non-happening, of everyone staying inside. Of course, not all. There will always be dare devils.

The image above is of a Phoenix. I plan to have this tattooed on my back/shoulder. I have an appointment, on my birthday. That is if the parlor is open.

I have risen from the ashes.

And one day, I will fly away.

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The Town Hall Meeting

This was not my first and probably won’t be my last. My husband, myself, and a friend, walked out, when one of the commissioners touted his insights on the situation. He was more than I could bear.

The lights bounced off his bald head, as he sniveled and whined his opinions. His mannerisms were authoritative and condescending. His name is Chapman. His words were so disruptive to my inner universe that he transformed into a movie character. One that you know is going to have something bad happen to him, before the film ends. And when it does, the audience will feel grateful. It would be appropriate karma. Continue reading The Town Hall Meeting

Run with the Big Dogs

1.)  Clean your diet out completely for 28 days!

-no sugar, dairy, processed food.

I’ve got a jump on this one. However, I was beginning to slip, with my passion, for chocolate covered almonds.

2.)  Workout with intention

Many of my workouts have been commandeered, by the voice in my head, that tells me, to just make sure I can finish. I go, but I know I can do more!

These are the beginning instructions for a 28 day-challenge, at the 32034 Crossfit Box.

We are divided into teams. Every time we do team work and people are relying on me, I work twice as hard.

Even though I’m 25 years older, than the average athlete, I don’t feel an ounce of discrimination.

I can do this!

I have people to crush! (Which translates to, I want to be as strong as I can, and do as well as I can, in next year’s opens.)

And in the meantime, I’m still editing a wedding, noodling on my guitar, interacting with my loved ones, seeing my chiropractor and getting massages.

I feel good – move along lil’ doggies, move along.

Erin

Erin Ridell Carter – My Coach

photo credit – Luke Carter

What We Do

My PirateThis is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.

Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading What We Do

Dreams and Deeds

It’s 4:30. I hear the rain outside. I take a deep breath.

The moment is refreshing.

The tin roof, of my small, house in the hood, accentuates the sound of the drops. The wind will gust, from time to time. I don’t have to be outside to see it. The trees, in this area, are majestic and what brought me here, to my home in the hood. I don’t know their names, but I know them, personally; their colors, their barks, their moss. Continue reading Dreams and Deeds