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A Sprinkle of Psychology

Child Psychology Works on Me

From the first time that I heard that drugs were dangerous, I wanted them. I had a teacher, a Dominican nun at the parochial school I attended, kindergarten to eighth grade.

She told us about having taught night school in NYC. She had students, who would sit in the back row and not remove their sunglasses. I was so impressed, I knew that was cool.

I wondered, “what do they do”? I romanticized these people’s lives. They’re in NYC, wearing sunglasses, inside a building, at night. I knew their existences had to be exotic. Continue reading A Sprinkle of Psychology

Fish Head

Can you guess which one is the REAL Fish Head?

Two days ago, I caught this fish. It’s a red bass. My first, big, red bass. The fish latched aholt (I think this is a Southern term.) of the hook and swallowed it so hard, it would have been difficult to loose. But I didn’t know that, at the time. I reeled that fish as it swam hard towards the rocks. It did everything to get away. That fish and I became one. The tide would pull it in and I would have to reel fast. The the tide would pull back and I could barely hang on. I was not going to let any slack in that line. I had to be strong to bring that fish on to the bank. I felt bad as it was drawing its last breath. It was so colorful; red and gold. It faded as the seconds went by and the sun set behind us.

Thirty years ago the Real Fish Head took me fishing. He latched aholt of me and like that fish I had no idea how set that hook was.

Personal Favorite -1

 

My favorite photo from yesterday’s surf session on Amelia Island.

One day  I’ll be in the water with my camera.

Committed

I started this blog to learn more about my computer and my camera. (and myself) So far, so good.

 

4 Gage

 GROM POWER

I surfed this morning at the Fernandina Beach Pier. I had all I could take. I came home threw my camera in the car and headed to the North end of the beach. I stumbled on to an East Coast Surfing contest. I had a good time taking photos.

When this grom took off I knew it was going to be good. Good wave Gage.

I will be busy editing and I will post my other photos soon.

My Husband

My husband sews buttons

on clothes

My husband makes

jewelry

from shells

and wire

from beads

and love

patient*seeing*

intensely looking

with the eyes

that I love

My husband sews buttons

Seeking Serenity

Image

I’m seeking serenity, but feeling like this.

This painting is hanging in the Smart Gallery, San Marco, Jacksonville, Florida.

Lost Soul

This is a journal. I’m not trying to sell anyone anything or trying to convince anyone of anything. I don’t have a focus, other than my life and my thoughts.

If I have to claim a point of view ~ It’s about becoming a better person and service to others.

Would that mean that doubt and negativity never exist?

IMG_0942 Friend or Foe

I was walking along the bank of the Jacksonville River, taking random pictures, when I saw this man. He was outstanding; the pink shirt, his dreads and the grey in his hair; a striking individual.

I asked him about taking his picture and I was taken back by his voice and diction. I was expecting a James Brownish type voice. His voice was clear and educated. It so, didn’t match his exterior; in my judgement.

I’m glad I took this picture that day.

It’s like writing this blog.

It hands me back my soul-when I think I’ve lost it.

Tyler

Here’s Tyler~

This is one of about a dozen pictures that I got of him.

I’m working out of my car and am experiencing technical difficulties.

So, once again, signing out from Staples.

pura vida

THE CLOCK

The Wishing Fish Clock in the Regent Shopping ...

THE CLOCK TOWERS 

IT WATCHES OVER US

COMING AND GOING

GOING AND COMING

THE CLOCK KNOWS ALL 

SILENT AND STILL

AS WE PASS

 TIME PASSES

Whispering Dan

I want to apologize if you can’t follow my thought process. You wouldn’t be the first. My blog is my journal.

I have no intention of making money with this blog. As a matter of fact, I’ve made more money in my life trying to avoid the rat race. It would seem silly, to be in hot pursuit of money, at this point in my life.

When I ran from Amelia Island, in 2001, I was fleeing from all the sales and marketing BS, the real estate agents and people comparing your status by, which end of the Island you lived on. I thought that I was going to live the life of a hermit and seek God. I was going to separate myself from people and meditate. (and surf, of course)

That didn’t happen. Kind of, but not exactly.

Today, due to circumstances, I am staying on the Island. For the last ten years, I have drifted back and forth, letting life call the shots.

When I’m in the jungle, I’m in the jungle. When I’m on the island, I’m on the island.

And that brings me to telling you about Whispering Dan. Dan was a snow bird who settled here, after retiring from General Foods as a patent attorney. We were unlikely friends. But he enjoyed debates and discussions, about every topic, like myself. So, we started hanging out. He went with me to poetry readings and art shows. He tried to paddle out on a boogy board, one day, but couldn’t make it. He ended up with a bloody nose.

In a way, I was his audience. Yes, I kept up my end of the debates, but he never really listened to me.

When Dan retired he considered himself to be a big success. He had a beachfront condo, a stock portfolio, some money, and a pretty wife to be. He eventually got married, sold his condo at what, he came to believe, was the wrong time and he lost all of his money in the stock market.

That was the end of our friendship. He would not return my calls.

Dan was his money and without his money, he didn’t know what to say.

When Dan lost his money he lost his health and then his breath.

I learned a lot from Whispering Dan.

The most important thing being, I’m glad I’m me.