Tag: choices

Cookies

Today, I threw away some cookies. They were vanilla and chocolate. They sit out on a counter, where people fix their coffee. I was hungry, so I grabbed two. They were awful. They were stale. I’m sure they would never be threatened by ants or roaches.

I need to replace the cookies. I would prefer, they were not there at all. They are processed and cancer producing. Who really needs that? But none the less, there they are.

Continue reading Cookies

Must Be Nice

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt is nice.

To me.

Would you like for this to be your stove. Probably not. Would you want to live in a five hundred square foot house. Probably not. Would you really want to leave your culture behind and learn another language to survive. Probably not. Would you be OK with an occasional snake or scorpion in your house. Probably not. Would you drive a thirty year old car and work to keep it running, on outrageously rough roads. Probably not.

My life is nice. It’s customized. Continue reading Must Be Nice

Choose Wisely

Choose what you wear.Choose the colors of your clothes.Choose where you live.Choose the car you drive.Choose your friends.Choose what you read.Choose to drink.Choose not to drink.Choose where you go to school.Choose the board you ride.Choose the wave you take.Choose your favorite break.Choose what you eat.Choose what you don’t eat.

But let’s get serious. Choose wisely~your next camera lens.

Lens (160/365)

250

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERATwo hundred-fifty is not my weight, it’s not my house number and it’s not my area code. It’s the number of posts that I have published, since I started this venture, or should I say, adventure?

I can remember my first. I wrote that it felt as if I was throwing a bottle into the ocean, wondering what shore it would end up on. Who would read it? Or would anyone?

Since it’s inception, Secondhand Surfer Blog has splintered into the blog and a facebook page by the same name, posting daily photos of local surfers in Fernandina Beach, Florida, USA. Or surfers, on the breaks near my home in Costa Rica.

So much has transpired. I feel that Secondhand Surfer is going into, yet, another direction. But I’m not sure where.

I find myself at a crossroad, once again.

Unlike the one where Robert Johnson sold his soul, to the devil. Just an everyday, crossroad  decision.

~Indians once thought, and many still do, that a camera had the power to steal your soul~

~I think a camera can capture your soul and hand it back to you-especially in surfing~

I treasure my camera. I look forward to being on the beach.

I wonder where this photography gig is going to take me.

Cartesian.

Which way do I go?

I woke up this morning. That’s a good thing. I’ve been wondering where am I going to go next.

This way!

or

That way!

I came here to the Island originally, to avoid the rat race. Amelia Island was an out of the way, fishing village that was unpopulated, had few jobs and great people. The island was known for its characters and I aspired to be one of them. But along came the Amelia Island Plantation, the Ritz Carlton and it was all down the drain from there.

Things change ~ as you get older you just learn to accept it.

So~

I sat by the fire and contemplated-where do I go from here…….

I would like to go to Puerto Rico, but then again, I’d like to go to Tennessee and stop by and visit friends in Charleston on the way. I also have a friend down in Pomona Park, Florida that I’d like to see. That would be a great fishing trip.

In the meantime, while I’m figuring out my next trip, I’m going to head to St. Simon’s GA for the weekend.

I am a sailor (a voyager) without a boat.

 

Looking back~

This is Susan Nicks~my first spiritual teacher~she taught me that everything I  needed to know, I had learned in kindergarten. 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 ~ 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) ~ 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?