Sunday Morning Rising
Tag: star
Boundaries
What’s Next?
My interpersonal relationships play themselves out, in repeated fashion.
Therefore, I ask, “What’s the big deal?”
Define family:
For me, an ill-defined problem – Continue reading What’s Next?
Cumpleano ~
Quote This
Yes, I made this entire wave.
Those who are better surfers on the island are charging dry barrels up the beach.
This shot was taken at the Fernandina Beach Pier, which is my favorite wave back home.
I sent this photo, along with a Bio to a Florida Women of the Waves Event
My Bio – Cheri Eagerton Royal
Every time I paddle out, I feel I’m baptized. I’m starting new. (You can quote me on this.) Continue reading Quote This
Baby Junkie
Baby Junkies either jump ship and learn to swim a clean life, or they drown in the syrupy tides of the Netherworld, gulping their last, pharma-contaminated breath. Continue reading Baby Junkie
Friends and Foes of Dirty Dina
What ever you do ~ don’t say the paper mill stinks! Don’t say the water is polluted! Hold it in – Hold your nose! Continue reading Friends and Foes of Dirty Dina
Holy Higher Power
Did I hear you use the Lord’s name in vain? You son of a sheep dog.
Don’t you know, there are Sisters of the Square Chairs present.
Their newly Virginized ears are scorched, by your heathen language.
Yes, we were once dregs and sluts, but now we are of the non-denominational, New Order of the – No, Alcohol was not our Problem, Joy Club. Continue reading Holy Higher Power
Three Funerals and a Wedding
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
Donny’s Dead
Donny got his wings.
He didn’t die with his boots on. He was barefoot.
My Dear Donny,
We played a lot of music together. I’ve been missing that music, for a long time.
I’ve not been writing long posts. Who has the time to read them? Who has the time to write them?
But Donny’s life is worthy of words. He should have been a star/was a star. Donny was like an old time, country music legend. The way he looked, the way he lived and the way he played his songs. Continue reading Donny’s Dead
Fish Eye Farm 