Sunday, May 24, 2015

Lifelong Friend

After spending time reading emails and a much welcomed online conversation, I took a break and went outdoors. There in the canal, I spotted a neon colored beach ball. The ball drifted alone, appearing lost at sea. It got me thinking.

I'm not currently lost, nor alone, but I've been both at times. I'll wager most of us have; it's all part of being human. What's befuddled me is how some folks managed to maintain life-long friendships. Really, how did they do that? After all, life does happen. We move on, sometimes leaving behind friends and even family.

I continued to watch the ball slowly pass by as my thoughts deepened.

Until recently, I believed I had left behind all my childhood friendships. Yet, gloriously three times now, I've discovered I'm so wrong. I'm happy about being wrong, for slowly, oh so slowly like the tide, childhood friends are drifting back to me.

My latest reunion is with Susan who reminded me of certain funny things we did together, some too embarrassing to share! In our back and forth bantering, Susan wrote we were "just two old schoolmates meeting after almost half a century!" Of course, I set her straight and told her I am not old!!!! Afterwards, I jumped into the conversation with full gusto, recalling our silly, schoolgirl memories.

Later that afternoon, I paddled out towards the ocean in my single seat kayak. It was one of those flat, calm days, reminiscent of summer. Paddling about, I followed the magnificent Spotted Eagle Rays for as long as they allowed. I then tied up at a nearby dock and enjoyed swimming and lying flat on my back, looking up towards the blue sky and brilliant sun. With a grateful smile, I thought about Susan and rekindled friendships.

Sunny rain drops started to fall as I paddled back towards home. Approaching a sandy area near the canal, I again saw the neon ball. It hugged the shoreline. I steered the kayak over to the ball, and scooped it up. I had in mind to give it to a child.

Just before docking, I glanced down at the rescued ball. It seemed to be smiling up at me knowing it now had a friend, and possibly soon, a lifelong friend.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Passing of Local Author - James Burnett

I'm one who believes bad news comes in threes. Sure enough, after hearing about the loss of two people I knew, I discovered the third today while reading the local paper.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Dog Lover or Not

Been thinking for quite sometime about changing the focus of this blog. The thing is, I keep mentally changing the focus so often, by the time I get around to actually changing the focus, my focus is changed!  Of lately - in my mind only, the focus is: DOGS. Losing Lady Chee-Chee just recently, as I mentioned in my earlier post, has kept me on this focus - at least temporarily until my focus changes.

Monday, April 6, 2015

In Memory of Lady Chee-Chee

Three years after publication, the pages of The Big Bad Rain Monster are well worn. On Monday of last week, these same pages were dripping with tears over the loss of its real life character, Chee-Chee.

Referred to as Lady Chee-Chee in the beautifully illustrated children's book , she left us quite suddenly, with all the grace of the Lady we knew her to be. The demon that took her wasn't thunderclap, nor lightning or any other frightening sounds found in The Big Bad Rain Monster. Her real-life demon was cancer, gone undetected up to the final hours.

Although we grieve her loss immensely, we know she is with friends at the Rainbow Bridge.

Rest in peace, Lady Chee-Chee. You were indeed a lovely and inspiring Lady.

Lady Chee-Chee ©

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Nirvana in Bahamas

After five days, a flat and motionless aura still hovers over The Bahamas. With hot, placid days like these, I'm reminded of summertime in The Hamptons when the sea is calm; the sky, clear; and the air, dry. Yet, even for Bahamaland, it's way too early for these particular summer-like conditions. Then again, perhaps my thumbs-down cranky attitude has to do with my own personal confinement.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Writer Prone to Distractions

I've been doing a ton of writing lately. The thing is, none of my recent writings are on paper, or even here on my little blog. I call this particular ongoing dilemma: Mental Writing, where (hopefully) catchy sentences and stories bounce around in my blond head, and there, alas, they sadly remain. Most of the time while thus engaged, I'm lying on the floor keeping company with my furry blind dog. Oh, drats. Just think of all the stories I could tell - if only I wrote them down.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Grateful Writer

Bah humbug on New Year's resolutions!

Resolutions are silly; for many, a setup for failure. Rather than fall into that fizzling trap, I thought about what I could accomplish this year that wouldn't fall off the cliff. Something that could grow daily and benefit all. Gratitude was my answer. I would give thanks.

I remembered Tony Robbins, the famous American life-coach and author had said, "When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears." Abundance sounded good. Abundance looked good. If being grateful produced abundance, why not give thanks for all that there is? But how could I achieve this?