Florida Lesson-The sea can never truly leave the shore

I miss Florida. No. Not the weird endless strip malls and the awful people.

Nor the consistent pain in my heart and heart and heart and thus every part, for memories.
But I do miss the closeness of the memories. Pain is better then the distance.
(doll is coming along well btw, will stuff him at full moon methinks)
I miss.

I need the sun.

stripping the creme from my skin.



I miss the sky and the clouds.



I miss watching the sky and the sea come to harmony.

Sea and land meeting. What good lessons to watch these comings and goings, the currents and waves. The sky passing over. All the wisdom I need to remind myself of is here.



The colors.


I could live off colors OOOOHHHHHH COLOR!( Ice blue water from the setting sun. Violet sky violet sky)



I miss the shells like jewels shining on the shore.






The magic of finding my shadow on the water
Perhaps, it makes me think, perhaps the path by way of ocean which the moon makes while she travels higher and higher would be not so hard to cross. The path from my sand embedded feet to her over waves and deeps depth deep. No one else notices that. I miss the warmth of the water at my feet though the wind rips me around


And the sharp rocks which allowed me to sit and blend in to the sharpwhirling shapes.


A throne on which to become a sea-nymph. Poseidons daughter a siren.
A seal.
A Selkie.


A reminder of the age of the world, the caverns and pores on the face of the world. How old is the sand beneath my feet? How long ago did this shell and this rock fuse together?




The sea knows time not, only an endless cycle. So what is there to worry for, or build for. What came once will come again if is is meant to. I sit on the rocks worrying and mourning for what is lost while the sea whispers that nothing is lost. All is one. I miss that constant ever reminder. I feel bad for those who cannot hear it.


And the whispering, powerful, dancing wind. Throwing direction and temperature at me.


I miss the trees that are those from my dreams




the ones my hands twisted into shape before I'd ever seen them (subconscious passings, obvious pangs)
Rich wild matings



Secrets for the imagination and discovery.

Things I've never seen before.


I miss being warm enough to gaze hours at the stars.
I got a tattoo of Orions belt.(pics to follow)

No one would watch the lightning storm with me this time. I miss that

And birds I never see elsewhere. So cute(please get out of the road sir bird!)

I stayed with my sister Gracie, she lives near Fort Lauderdale in a place called Boca. Its really awful there, but its right near the beach. And who the hell cares....she has a balcony. A wonderful place with strange pale brown orange paint

I am trying to find the beauty In New York that i found there. I imagined if I was someone who came from a world that was totally barren rock, how even these bare trees would entrance. The grey color of our rolling clouds and the intricate tangled vines which cover and weave it all together. The pines. the pines We had a storm in New York this weekend while I was away. The destruction is terrible, and its rather like having carcasses everywhere for me. Its rather upsetting. To come home and find many good friends cut in half or...gone. Everyone says things like"Oh, the big tree by the firehouse is gone. Its too bad." Without even realizing it everyone is so caught up with nature, those that inhabit the world with us, albeit differently. Still. Knowing. But we recognize the absence and the destruction. For it hurts us too.


But I will hold on too the sun and flowers and secrets of Florida as a reminder that spring will come. And all will be as it is meant to be.
And all will come back that was never meant to be.

MAGIC