I am not participating.
Last night, I went with my family to watch the Friday Night Lights. They had athletes five deep, pushing their hardest on wall walks. The dumb bell snatches and box jumps looked grueling.
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How to Create a Character *
You have one man, with volcanic rage, simmering below the surface of his skin. You have one woman who is iron clad and formidable, prepared to protect the family at all cost. Each has their own story, steeped in alcohol, violence and money. Smiles would turn to grimaces – smile, frown – smile, frown – it was a dodge ball game. You would eventually get slammed.
Then take the kid. Twelve years old, eager to please; anxious to get every detail correct.
The man had given orders, “Go saddle up my horse”. Continue reading How to Create a Character *
Ocean Educated
My mother would drive us out of the swamp, to the ocean once a year. Then in 1966 she bought the beach house. – she kept one hand on an oak tree and the other on a palm – thank you Mama – Now I get to pass it on. It’s not for everybody. Thank God ~
Content – Content
I don’t even know what a markdown is, but there was a reference to premium content. This is premium life information. Isn’t it odd that content and content is the same and different word. Opposites. Content is marketed to YOU to stimulate interest in something that you don’t need and will create dis-content. Effective they say.
I’m no C.S. Lewis. But he did say envy is the path to hell. Think about it.
- The last two comments concerning content, I wanted to Bold but couldn’t, because the first is a market content. Which I would have to subscribe and pay for. Presumably to try and make money.
- The second was I wanted to italicize, which I couldn’t because it was a content Markdown.
- I really enjoyed the origin of the word – from Mid-Evil Latin – to contain
ARE YOU CONTAINED!
Forgotten/Not Forgotten
I keep journals. Note books – I use them to help me find peace and sort my life out. Thoughts on friends and finances.
I make changes in my life. However, I have the tendency to repeat. When writing things down, it becomes obvious.
The photo on the left is of my friend Connie. She was loved by many people. I had written about being with her when she passed, 2015. In the photo, we were at the funeral of Rachael Sutton. (She initiated Starting Point – you know it or you don’t.)
Connie passed with lung cancer.
As she was dying, she told me stories of her life. They were great stories. She didn’t want anyone to know. They were antics of her mother, Hazel. Poor Hazel.
I never knew Hazel, but I admired her in a way that Connie couldn’t. She wasn’t my mother.
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.
!Costa Rica!
An international tourist destination. The once, lonely planet spot on the map, that people were scared to go to, is now a place that people, will sell everything they own, sight unseen, and traipse down here. Convinced they have found paradise. The tropics.
I had the smallest snake in my shower with me. I killed it. Then I had a tiny scorpion on the shower curtain. I killed it. This was in the last week.
As I am beginning to write the monkeys have begun to howl. I love that.
I have my Red Bull. Red Bull and monkeys make the world go around.
Continue reading !Costa Rica!Complicated/Simple
If you can live your life successfully and make it look simple, you are a hero. Life is tough as hell. First – your born – and maybe you have the good fortune of doting parents. But many of us didn’t. You got kicked around. Filled with anxiety.
Bukowski has a repeated line in one of his poems – people are not good to people – people are not good to people – people are not good to people. Reading this, I felt I knew exactly what he meant. People were not good to me. I was a little fat. I could not speak up for myself. I became prey.
Continue reading Complicated/SimpleThe Path We Choose
You don’t have to be blind to be in the dark
To loose sight of God is to be blind
You can be blind and see everything.
Visiting Ellen Zoe
Everyone in Tamarindo knows Ellen Zoe Golden. She was one of the first people to catch my attention, when at a rodeo, in Playa Negra 1996. She has a lot of beautiful tattoos and back then they weren’t common. The same as a young man on a motorcycle that had dreads. I looked around me and thought I need to be here, with these people. I did dread my hair and I do have a few tatts. But not like Ellen.
She came here from Miami as a journalist and worked for the Howler, writing the surfing column. She actually wrote a Christmas issue about me. She told me I was the best woman surfer she had ever seen other than Andre Diaz. You know that was a long time ago.
We’ve always been friends. Life saving friends. I was so depressed one New Year’s Eve. We stood and watched tow ins – into twenty foot waves, at Pico Alto. She told me positive words and the exterior soaked into the interior. I survived another day. The surfers did pretty good too.
I am going to San Jose to visit her and take her some items. It’s hard to believe she has cancer. She is positive. She is looking to be healed. I know I want to see her.
There’s no one like her.
Stubborn, smart, she surfs. She has been able to survive down here all of these years.
She also is a publicist, Billy Idol being one of her clients. And Gene Simmons, among others.
She went to school for journalism. Something I thought about, when I was young. Then forgot about.
I have been growing Ellen Zoe as a good friend for a long time.
She has NEVER been anything but good to me.
I hate cancer. I could say a lot more on that subject, but won’t.
So for five hours, I will drive into the city. Kiss her cheek with my mask on and turn around and come home.
I love Ellen Zoe. As well as many other people do. Let’s all have positive thoughts.
Vamos a ver
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