Tag: philosophy

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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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.

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5-25-2020

What part of normal is worth rushing back to?

All of my photos. All, of the waves, I’ve ridden. The numerous adventures that I have been on. They seem distant and unreal.

But right now, I have more important things to do.

I am huddled up and hunkered down, with my daughter and my husband. We are on an adventure of sorts. All time, is a happening. Moments and events to be remembered.

From past experiences, I know, that what I want to return to, is no longer there. Dreams are eroded, repeatedly. But that has never stopped me from creating more.

When your glass castle, becomes concrete. Sit on it. It will soon turn to illusion.

Milk a Dead Cow

One day oil ~ One day wind ~ One day driving ~ One day walking ~ Only the strong survive ~

Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to change with it. If a day goes by that don’t change some of your old notions for new ones, that is about like trying to milk a dead cow. ~ This is a quote from Woodie Guthrie. A simple, complicated, brilliant man. The author of This Land is Your Land – Just remember – this ain’t new. –

In the Mean ~ Time

I have a passion, for helping others. I don’t always get to help the ones that I would like to, but I do get to help. And along the way, I can’t forget myself. Givers must have boundaries, because takers don’t. (if you’re looking for information, that is a jewel)

The comment above is written by a life long friend, Mary Ann. As teenagers, I thought that if I didn’t help her, she would surely get hurt. We had so much fun as kids. I would have her sit above the tire, on our antiquated, Ford tractor and go as fast as I could, “bajaing” across a plowed field, trying to throw her off. Her job was to hang on.

Then there was the day, we flew out over a ravine, her in the seat of a rope swing and me, standing on the sides of the wooden board that supported her. We would jump off of a platform, high up in a pine tree. We would swing out and circle back, coming back to the tree trunk and missing it by inches.

Our antics go on and on. The beauty of youth. The best part of younger years.

I search for the right answers. I will survive, until I don’t.

The Divorce is Final

My road is a gyspy’s ribbon, no longer is  hell at one dark window.

I flee from the birds who scavenge, flying low.

Betrayal, and wind in the pines, are no stranger to me. Continue reading The Divorce is Final

Value

IMG_0198In which direction am I going?

This has been a relatively constant theme in my life, both value and direction. And how does one affect the other.

The fish above are a red bass and a trout. Which is more valuable? Would they have had more value, if I had cleaned them off and held them up properly for their photo. Could I have made them more respectable fish?

There is no breath in the fish. There is no life. Did their fish souls fly to heaven? Are they in the big ocean in the sky?

Is it over populated there? Do they tell you how to swim? Are some spots better than others?

Were these fish unable to stand their ground?

Were their deaths due to high tech spider wire?

Value the fluid questions. Static sucks.