Happy New Year, and Welcome 2018!
(And so long 2017, and Good Bye!)
Leaving a difficult year and venturing into the unknown new one.
Learning to balance the bad news and sorrows with the joy and love that is all around.
Thanks to all for the Joy and Love that is all around!
Sunrise, Crescent Beach, December 26, 2017.
Every day the sun rises,
whether we see it or not,
the rotation of the earth allows for one sunrise and one sunset a day.
On the International Space Station the sun rises and sets about 15 times a day!
It's a shift in perspective,
a way different point of view!
St. Augustine Beach sunrise, last month, 2017.
The thing about evacuating ahead of a powerful, deadly storm, that may or may not be a direct hit on your world, is that you say
"goodbye" to your life, your things and your home,
not knowing what you will find when you return.
Here in St. Augustine, most of us have been lucky -
loss of power means everything in the refrigerator and freezer must be thrown away.
Tons of debris from the trees and the mighty winds that must be cleaned up.
Days of work lost.
Lucky to be sure.
Some have lost all.
It puts things into perspective, though, saying goodbye to your physical world.
You know first hand what is really important in your world,
and it can be summed up in one word-
We are lucky, those of us who can feel the love,
Crescent Beach, not a Hurricane! July 11, 2017.
A Beautiful sunny holiday.
Lots of families out to enjoy the beach,
playing, fishing, reading in the sun.
An overheard conversation about Hurricane Harvey -
on people's minds -
and another Hurricane barrelling toward the islands.
But life must go on, if we are to make sense of any of it.
Compassion and worry are alive, but so are joy and happiness.
Enjoy the moments!
Labor Day, Porpoise Point, St. Augustine, Florida, 2017
In between the sky and the sea.
Rain clouds closing in from the south and the north.
Whenever a boat takes to the water,
there is a story to tell.
Storms, sea creatures,
and the one that got away.
There is always a story!
Crescent Beach, storms brushing by and a shrimp boat minding it's own business. 7.10.2017.
Last call, last chance
Last song, last dance
Sometimes you just don't know when that's gonna be
Hold me baby, give me a kiss
Like tonight is all there is
Cause there's a last time for everything
It's a Brad Paisley song that someone mentioned in a piece I found somewhere,
and it stuck with me.
Can we really cherish our days and nights like it's the last time?
This is our life, our time, our blessings,
why not cherish them always?
"Last Time For Everything", by Brad Paisley.
Sunrise at Vilano Beach, St. Augustine.
There are some who say that we are safer now
than at any other time in Human History.
And there are some who say that we are never ever safe.
There are some who work tirelessly for peace.
And there are some who work tirelessly for war.
There are those who worship power and money over and above
And there are some who would lay down their lives
for a stranger.
How will the earth's people move away from tribal ways?
The us and them ways?
The winner and loser ways?
The "new" barbarians,
the ones in expensive suits and gowns who go around in limousines and oversized yachts,
control the information.
But the truth that is hiding beneath the headlines is this:
LOVE IS MORE PERVASIVE ON THE PLANET THAN FEAR AND HATE AND GREED!
Love will survive the onslaught of the new barbarians
who would rape and pillage everything in sight.
Love is winning.
The lovers outnumber the haters on a grand scale!
In time we will regain balance,
and it will be women and men together leading the charge.
Are you safe?
I saw this on the beach the other day.
I once thought that they were deadly,
but the reality is they only have a terrible sting.
Kind of like the trouble the earth is in today,
but willing and able to survive!
The Portuguese Man of War. St. Augustine Beach.
Beauty in the world is experienced by the individual as feeling.
If we look more closely at beauty and try to describe more carefully the beauty of the world,
we do not arrive at aesthetics, but rather love.
Is not beauty the particular way in which the world expresses itself as love?
...love, the interior presence of beauty.
From the book by Robert Sardello, Love and the Soul, Creating a Future for Earth.
Christmas day is almost upon us in much the same way as a beautiful fog bank on the shore.
Sneaking up on some of us,
while others have seen it coming for months.
Oh, well, it will burn off before you know it
and all will be well.
Just a little bah humbug to go with the fog bank engulfing Vilano Beach this morning!! Happy Holidays!
How are we doing in St. Augustine?
We are strong, but fatigued.
Grateful - "It could have been much worse", yet heartbroken,
if not for ourselves,
then for the other.
There are still piles and piles of debris in most neighborhoods.
Debris that is mostly tree limbs and branches and spanish moss,
and some consist of peoples beds, sofas, cabinets, rugs..
There are homes that are no longer standing,
and motels and thrift stores that have all of their contents outside.
Some shops downtown lost everything.
There are stories, lots of stories.
Young people who stayed in St. Augustine after finishing school, always intending to leave,
who lost everything in their rented apartments in the flood zone, and are now leaving to continue their dreams.
People without jobs or homes who live here and want to stay.
We are still in a daze,
but working hard to get it back together
and feel "normal" again.
We are strong, grateful, moving forward...
I don't have the heart to take photos of the devastation, so will be posting beautiful photographs next week to inspire and comfort.