for Juliann, January 4th, 2018
The full moon loomed. She was a creature of the night. She was an intricate piece of the jungle puzzle. She was Juliann.
I have never seen such a narrow coffin. A small glass, over her face, in a closed casket, for her viewing. I made myself move slowly to see her; to say my good bye. Continue reading “Out of Order”
my personal phantasmagoria
Phantasmagoria ~ noun
a sequence of real or imaginary images like those seen in a dream
We create our realities. That’s what “they” say.
Act as if it already is. Continue reading “Peace, Love and Harmony”
This surfer is Rubiana Brownell. I have had these images on my desk top for a few weeks. They are not the showiest pics, but they do demonstrate her surfing skills, and are indicative of her life skills. Those that a person would want to have, if they want to live their dream. Continue reading “Live Your Dream”
Word Press inquires, do I want more traffic? My answer to them is no. There is plenty of hustle and bustle in the world, and my blog is off the beaten path.
I am a like a “broken record”, an antiquated term from age, old technology.
I’m busy seeking serenity. You can find it deep in your heart and under the nearest shade tree.
Find it now, or find it later.
If you were to walk in MY shoes, this is what you would be wearing.
Last night I surfed Playa Grande. That makes two sunset surfs in a row. The clouds were a crimson red. It’s not about just catching waves. It’s about being in nature and being one with all things holy.
I came here to live a slower life. To be able to catch waves and not have to surf desperate. I’ve certainly achieved both of those goals.
I feel fortunate, that I’ve listened to that inner voice and gone against the grain. I believe, the universe has placed me where I am. I live on a small lot behind a big hotel, The Bahia Del Sol. Initially, here in CR, I owned a lot in the gated community, Rancho Playa Negra. But I soon found out that I didn’t belong there. I am a simple person.
I chose the name, La Huerta, for our abode, because it means orchard. I want to always be reminded that I am going to reap what I sow.
On the ride home, my friend and I discussed the waves and what goes on, in your head, when you’re in the water. Everybody’s different, though I think we’re also the same. Surfing is very individual, but for the most part, you’re amongst other people, other surfers of both genders, young and old. So, of course, there’s going to be varied perspectives. Some kids are out there wanting to be pros and they’re practicing every move. But for me, it’s a life style that I have chosen, and it might be for them as well. I can only guess what others are thinking.
I love it when I catch a wave.
But it will always be more than that.