Looking Within and Finding Yourself


It’s been an interesting morning. always one to delve deep, I have been researching Knowing Yourself, warts and all.

Online personality tests took up a good portion of my morning.

“To know thyself is the beginning of wisdom.” This famous quote is often attributed to Socrates. But what exactly do you know when you “know yourself?”

Interesting blog on the subject and my favorite online personality test so far.

I went with C.

One goat laid down and the other walked softly over him.

The Common Good, be wise and avoid conflict and drama if  and when it is uncalled for



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Bustelo Coffee Holder Zuma Yamaha

After repeated attempts at purchasing a delicious coffee.  Even before arriving at destination, it has spilled entirely out even with a lid.

The recipe:

café con leche

After searching for a coffee beverage holder for my 2009 Zuma Yamaha and coming up with no results ;

I designed this.



Always have Bustelo on hand

Find hammer which has not been used since trying to open a coconut years ago

Find a phillips screwdriver

Attempt to hold can while hammering a hole with said screwdriver

If successful, take a quick tie and secure it to the outside of basket.




Now, you can have coffee at the beach and it will hopefully be a full cup.


I wonder why Yamaha put in a slanted holder in front. It does not hold anything drinkable.



Found on WWW

Band-Aids and Rubber Bands


The Band-Aid, It doesn’t really fix anything; it just covers things up.

I am tired of Band-Aids other than for a sore cuticle or a small wound that needs coverage. Otherwise the real problem is never solved. The Band-Aid that is prescribed usually causes another symptom that requires yet another.

Excuses remind me of Band-Aids too.


© C. m ART z 2015

Not one for excuses either. If you make plans and can’t make it, at least let me know. Nothing like feeling out on the proverbial limb so too speak.

Wait for no one. Give or take a half hour or so Smile



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They can only stretch so far. No one knows for certain how far you or someone else can safely stretch it  before it snaps.

I found this great write-up on the web also.

Rubber Band Man (Copyright 2003 Ron McCray)

“Consider the rubber band. It is a continuous loop of flexible material that in its natural state is relaxed and adapts to where it happens to be placed in the moment. It can be stretched to be larger than it seems. This can only happen through force, by being stretched beyond its natural circumference. When the force is released, the rubber band “snaps” back into its original state. Sometimes a rubber band is stretched too far or too and breaks losing the completeness of its original configuration, and in effect, becoming useless. Although this fate is not visited on all rubber bands, the potential is always their for all of them.

Found on WWW

More from  Ron McCray on another blog post I did.

How Is Your Rubberband Today?


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I love that quote above. We have all been in that spot of avoidance at some time in our lives. Being avoided and yes avoiding others.

Seriously it has taken me awhile, but when I say I am going to do something I do it.

Procrastination is wasted time. It is the bad habit of putting off until the day after tomorrow what should have been done the day before yesterday.

Shadows dancing in the sunlit prisms
Palm fronds swaying in a summer breeze
Investigating the maze of paths
Contemplating a dream of epic proportions

Everything is peaceful and content

Spiders weaving there webs
Undisturbed, not perturbed
waiting on the morning dew

“When Karma Knocks I want to be able to face off with it”

© C. m ART z 2015

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I started blogging on WordPress in 2011. I appreciate each follower. Every Like and love comments. I have Spam guards in place so that is not an issue.

Like anything in life things have a way of being put on the back burner so too speak.

Lately I have going through my extensive blog and realized that it is so very scattered, organized yet so much to ponder.

So, I have started paying more attention to Salt and Sand

It is more simplified.

My Favorite Things so too speak.

My Zoo




My Photography

I hope you will check it out.

Salt and Sand



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Thankful For all my Blessings

Back in 1994, I over indulged and with the add on effects of cold remedies I had taken all week for a lingering cold. This was NOT a great combo. A recipe for mayhem.

Their was no snow on the ground since this is Key West, but I think I did get thrown from a moving truck after a bit too much E&J and eggnog was drank before dinner was served.

I remember we had a beautiful Pineapple Ham,Turkey and all the trimmings. But alas I missed it.

The next morning I woke and realized I had a broken foot in not one but three places.

So, this song kinda reminds me of me back when.

Christmas isn’t JUST about receiving gifts

It’s in the Giving of our Time and gifts from the Heart

A tin full of homemade cookies

A decorated jar of homemade bath salts to sooth someone’s weary bones

A phone call to let someone know you’re thinking of them

The Spirit of the Holidays should be everyday

No one is guaranteed tomorrow

Seven out of 10 Americans are one paycheck away from being homeless.

Be Thankful for each and every blessing

Keep your stress levels low and evenly balanced by being focused and positive

Shelter from the heat and cold

Food in our tummies

Music too sooth us

Animals (Especially Cats) to love and cherish

Love, Health and a Bit of Abundance
with Time to Enjoy

© Cynthia Martz 2013


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Remodeled after New Ownership

Vintage Farm Revisited

All Photographs in this Gallery are the Property of Jenice Martz

Today I was thankful that I had been raised both frugally and lavishly. It taught me many life lessons. I can turn a dime and I can pinch one. The saying used to be a penny but you know inflation and all.

During my childhood we lived in a four room home with no running water and no indoor plumbing. It effected me. I was 12.

I can remember my mama making us rice and beans days in a row.
Turn that around and add a stroke of abundance.
My father was a hustler.
That entailed a hard day’s work or perhaps a win at the local pool
hall…My dad would say bring on the steaks.

I don’t remember ever going to bed hungry.I always was warm in the winter with two stoves to warm us. One was an electric gas stove, the other a kitchen wood burning stove.

I took nothing for granted because I knew of nothing better. The outdoors no matter what the weather was my refuge. Trees made to climb with nature designed limbs to get you to the top. 

Creeks to wade in during the hot summers and skate on in the frozen winters.

Perfect sled runs down hills and hills of freshly fallen snow packed by my Uncle’s snow plow and a drizzle of frozen rain.
Igloo’s of snow built into the side banks next to Grandma’s house. 

Croquet in the yard in the summer time with plenty of sweet Maryland iced tea to satisfy a thirst.

The smells of apple butter and apple cider being made at Butchering time. I can still see the huge vats of pig fat being made into cooking lard. The smoke wafting into the hot putrid air from the remnants of the slaughter. Preparing the humongous slabs of sugar-cured bacon and other parts too be cured in the smoke house.

The Good Old Days


The Blessing in Starting Over


Starting Over more times than I like to recall at times. The numerous pebbles on my path, a few boulders and too many detours have led me on my journey;  through the dark and dangerous woods into the clearing that was always within my reach. I just had to grasp it, understand the simplicity of it.I will be turning 64 years on this journey on November 18 th.

I have been going through my blogs and noticing that I posted numerous things on Dark Night of the Soul, transformation and going with the flow. I am moving so fast it seems. My thoughts seem to trail off and yet come back stronger, so intense yet comprehensible if only too me Smile

My dreams have been very revealing. They show me my deep and forever love I have for my parents. I have conversations with them. This was something I missed growing up.  We lived in another era it seems.

We ate together most evenings as a family but never really knew each other. There were no overly displays of affection. I always had the notion that when I was old enough I would leave, travel, move on a whim and I did.

Many times I lived far from my roots and knew no one. Casual acquaintances became my mainstay. Now, I am acquainted with my siblings. All are still living many miles away from me. We seldom see each other. I have the means to see them, to hear them with the aid of technology. They do not seem to have the time or a cam to Skype. Something just doesn’t feel right. I want to hold them more often. Gaze into their eyes and sip a cup of Chai tea. Be silly and play childhood games.

I wonder at times if I will see them again.

I wrote this back in 2003
I believe I am related somehow to that Seagull, you know Jonathan Seagull. I just reread his story again. First off I have always felt different. Having been raised since the age of 12 as a Jehovah’s Witness it changed the course of my life in many ways. Religion has never been a past time of mine. I do believe in a higher power and  I believe that universal powers of love and compassion will be what saves us~ not religion per se’.

When I was in the eighth grade (Jr.High School) I had my first feelings of ridicule and rejection by my peers. Our class each morning scheduled a student to have a prepared quote and our interpretation of it.I remember my quote was “Two Heads are better than One” fairly self-explanatory. The part that came next was to lead the class in prayer and a salute to our National Flag.In hindsight I should have taken the responsibility of informing my teacher that I did not participate in these activities in lieu of my religious beliefs, or rather my mama’s beliefs. How embarrassing it was for me to stand there, and do nothing while the students waited. I could hear snickers and hushed laughter. The teacher walked to my side and asked if there was a problem. I said I cannot do this as it is against my religious beliefs. I was excused.

Then as I grew older I was looked upon as someone who couldn’t do most of the activities that school age kids do. There were no school dances for me or anything that would bring me into association with the in-crowd, the good kids, the popular ones. I again felt as an outcast, different from the rest.

By the time I entered High School I had become fairly popular on my own. If I couldn’t go to the dances, I would just run with a different crowd. The wild crowd. I began experimenting with the opposite sex and found that I could get my way fairly easily. I needed to hear them say just three words “I love You” and I was on to my next conquest.

During this time I was expelled, disassociated from the religion. No one in the organization could or would have anything to do with me and this was great. The only one major problem was this included my beloved sisters. My brother was too young to realize the impact being disfellowshipped had on a person. In this regard I barely know him.

Since our dad died he has stayed in contact with his sisters. I married as soon as I graduated, had a daughter, went back to the so-called “TRUTH”, and was eventually disfellowshipped again. First time fornication,second adultery, the third time was the charm. My offense was smoking cigarettes.

I traveled to Europe with my husband and small child. My family at the time knew little about my where a bouts and I survived without them in my life. I missed them, but I survived.

I became involved with anything to take my mind off my life, my non-existent caring family. Drugs and alcohol became my religion. I was very faithful to these vices.

After divorcing my husband and being at the time a bad influence on my beloved daughter; I left her with her dad in 1980 and moved cross-country. I saw my parents one time in 1981,they visited me when my daughter had come out for the summer. I did not see and rarely heard from them for the next 12 years. They had excused, rejected and expelled me once again from there lives. My mama asked me many years later in 93 when they had received permission to associate with family members why I had been so bad. I almost laughed at her. How can one feel loved or even lovable when their own parents disown them? She told me there was not a sunrise or sunset that she didn’t wonder how I was and if  I were safe, alive even. I was cut off, cut out of their life like a bad moldy piece of cheese.
The Perils of being Disfellowshipped

I sought love elsewhere, and in many wrong avenues. I am not blaming my parents. My father passed and as of this writing my mama has shunned all three of her daughters once again as of August 31st 2002.

It has been a long year~ one of growth and reflection. I have grown in love and compassion and I do my utmost to overlook other’s flaws. I try to respect their beliefs whatever they may be and however distant it takes us apart. I treasure the years when they were back in my life.

We were a family once again like old times. My sisters and my baby brother and I have become acquainted and find that we  really are very lovable people and that no one can take that from us. Unconditional love has taken on a whole new meaning to me.

Like Jonathan we sometimes have to step away from some one else’s so-called normal world and do our own thing.

Dance to our own music.

Everyone’s heart doesn’t always beat to the same melody.
And that’s just fine with me.

Written by “zimba” Cynthia Martz© 2003



I am a Scorpio Sun (November 18, 1948)

Gemini Moon

But I am really RISING Aquarius


You come across as quite a cool and distant sort of person. You prefer to look at life from an impersonal point of view and therefore find it easy to get along with all sorts of different people.

You may even have a posture that leans slightly backwards and your body language tells other people not to come too close.

You require a lot of space and freedom of movement –
you don’t like reporting on your every move.

You have plenty of originality and your style of dressing reflects this most appropriately. Being different does, however, attract attention, ironically the very thing you dislike so much.

It is not surprising that much of your outward appearance, or the way you present yourself to others is determined by the Rising Sign

Aquarius: The best quality of Aquarius is your humanitarian attitude. The worst quality is argumentativeness. A key phrase is “I know.” Aquarian are seen as progressive. When we speak of the Age of Aquarius, we are speaking of a period beginning now and extending into the future, with all the possibilities the future has to offer. Aquarian may be well-informed or even visionary in your thinking. You may not be grounded in the practical application of your ideas. Focused on a universal goal, you may not attend to the needs of individuals in ordinary circumstances.

Aquarian have advanced ideas. You are original and scientific in your methods, and you are strongly interested in education, for yourself and for others. You often prefer to learn through conversation with others, rather than through straight book studies. There is an unconventional quality in your thinking – you can take apples and oranges and make something greater of you.

Aquarians are generally pleasant, but you are also assertive. Your determination can turn to argument when you don’t get your way, and you can be unsympathetic to the views of others. Your temperament is affected by the world outside yourself, and can become cranky at times, or even rebellious. Your usual cheerful manner and understanding of human nature make you skillful social beings, but you may be somewhat reclusive, needing a lot of private time to think things through.


Grandma’s Busts

The sky tram was filled to capacity. We were hopeful that we would be hired for the newest and most extravagant eatery on the mountain. As the tram pulley ascended and took us to our destination, we viewed the most exquisite scenery. We could see the new dining area in the distance located inside the side of the mountain. The palm filled terrace overlooked a huge lake that glistened like diamonds. It seemed almost surreal.


I was one of the first to have an interview. It went well and I was told to prepare for the night’s opening. Diners were already escorted off the trams and being led to there tables.

I was intrigued with my new boss. After the shift we had to wait in long lines to tally out and be cleared for tram descent. I was singled out and told to meet him at his office. Nervously  I went and spoke of the evening.  The wonderful travelers I had met and served. I told him I had confused things for myself by entering on each ticket the same group name. I was supposed to put a different name on each ticket. That helps in case a order is returned or I am to busy to deliver it myself. Every ticket I wrote at the bottom and top had the words “Grandma’s Busts”.  My boss had a great laugh from that one. He handed me a envelope and said the contents were to be used however I wished. Inside was a key with a number on it. I realized it was a dock key and he said I was too meet him at a certain time and we would have an adventure. He insisted I dress elegantly. He had also enclosed a unlimited expense credit card for me to purchase whatever I wished.

I left his office feeling very special. The others were still waiting in the lines as I walked past.

I did not know what the adventure would be but I did know it was on the water. I went to one of my favorite Vintage stores and picked out a beautiful dress. It was backless so no need for a bra. I knew the wind would catch it and show off my sexy undergarments. My knee high leather boots were accentuated with eagle metal taps and clicked every step I took. I bought a small bag that held the new bathing attire I purchased. A simple white, interlaced with fiery red chili peppers appliques on it .



I was excited. I went to the dock and searched for the key number. My eyes focused on the beautiful vessel that appeared in front of me. It was a huge boat. I stood on the dock and there he was. He was dressed in a smoking jacket and I could smell the aroma of Captain Black, the sweet smoke perpetuating the air.

He reached out his hand and helped me onboard. The table was set. Wine ready to be poured and enjoyed in the finest crystal goblets. A soft tempo of music played throughout the quarters. He complimented me on my style of dress for the evening. He reached under a table and removed a box. He gave it too me and requested that I open it. Inside were the most beautiful black velvet slippers. They were called “Cynthia “ slippers. They felt like heaven on my feet.

The boat was in motion, as the pink and lavender hues of sunset were filling the evening sky. He said dinner would be served when we arrived at our destination. He handed me a chilled glass of Indigo Moon Pinot Grigio vintage wine and offered me  hors d’oeuvres.

The first taste reminded me of the aromas of apple, sea breeze, and pineapple. My favorite things🙂

For some reason my thoughts kept repeating over and over, as the saying goes “its not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean”

This man was making all the appropriate motions and I was impressed.

It was dark now and the faint glow from the boat chambers was very romantic. He led me to another area of the boat. We entered a room with a lovely Jacuzzi bubbling over. Rainbow lights accented the ambiance. We sit on the edge and continued drinking our wine and communicating.

I excused myself and changed into my new fiery bikini. We lowered ourselves into the warm and soothing water.

I am now wondering about our destination. I hear persons talking. We are docking. There is a helicopter awaiting us. We go on aboard and are situated for take off. It is a short trip as we are now on a runway and a jet is being fueled for our continued adventure.

The jet is a private one. We settle in by watching a movie on the full screen. Of course more wine and various snacks are offered and consumed. It is dark as I look out the windows of the aircraft.

He shows me to my sleeping area and says a nap might be good for us. I love naps. Napping on a flight to an unknown destination is an interesting concept.

The bright sunlight awakens me. It looks amazing from my perspective.

I hear the planes gears go into action and know landing is on the agenda.

We are in France.

A car awaits us and we travel through the wine country and towering fields of sunflowers  and full blooming lavender.


Champ de lavande, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France (field of lavender in Provence)

We stop at a winery on the outskirts of Providence. Our dinner consists of freshly baked breads, cheese, more wine and local delicacies.


Afterwards we are off to Paris and the Eiffel Tower.


The Vintage shopping spree in Paris was unbelievable.

At my request he took me to

Didier Ludot : Didier Ludot is worldwide famous for his selection of (well-priced) Vintage including big names like Chanel, Balenciaga or Hermès. His impressive store, set in the historic galleries of Palais-Royal, can be intimidating. Prices are not for the faint-hearted, with tags reaching the thousands.

Vintage is basically recycling clothes, so on every level it’s clever, cheaper and better for the environment.

Besides Vintage never goes out of fashion.

What an adventure…

Oh by the way, this was but a dream Smile


National Lost Sock Memorial Day

National Lost Sock Memorial Day.

Kudo’s to the Twinnies

My Comments:
Lost Sock Memorial. How about when you accept the lost sock is gone forever, you get rid of the spare or find some ungodly use for it. Then one day you are putting clean sheets on your bed and lo and behold the missing sock falls out. Then the search begins for the spare that you did away with. Go figure

I just opened up Facebook and this picture showed up.

There’s that synchronicity again….

By the Window she Waits

Story Between Two People

Preguntas Hermosas  (Beautiful Questions) is a story about a time that was shared between two people. It is told through a combination of Poema X  by Pablo Neruda and Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg.  It unfolds in three parts; a fond remembrance, loss, and then finally acceptance.

“Poema  X ” of Pablo Neruda in English Translation:

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the sky infinity.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

I not have loved her great still eyes I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Think that I have not.

To feel that I lost.

Hear the immense night, more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul as dew to grass. does it matter that my love could not keep!

The night is starry and she is not me.

That is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is lost without her. As though to my eyes search.

My heart looks and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, then, no longer we are the same.

I did not love her, true, but how I loved ..

My voice searched the wind to touch her hearing. the other.

Be of another.

As before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body.Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short and forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this I held my arms, my soul is lost without her .

Although this is the last pain she causes me, and these the last verses that I write.

“Under The Harvest Moon” of Carl Sandburg

 UNDER the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses

When the flagrant crimson

Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.


May Day~Baby Boomers-Memories

The Maypole was a tree stripped of its branches or wooden pole decorated with ribbon, streamers, flowers, fruit and/or wreaths. Folks would gather around the pole, which symbolized the end of winter, strength and/or prosperity, and weave the ribbons around the pole as they sang and danced.

All photos found on the WWW.

No credit taken.

May Day was yesterday and I am thinking about the big May celebration I used to go too as a child of Elementary school age. All the schools from near and far gathered at Baker Park. Buses lined the street all numbered so children would be accounted for.We wore our school and name badges proudly.

We danced merrily around the May Pole.It was so big and decorated with beautiful flowers.It was great fun. It reminded me of the swing amusement ride at the County Fair.

I always wore my white daddy shirt. My mama would have it washed,and ironed, she even starched the collar; and it did look just like my daddy’s~ only in petite form. My skirt bellowed out from my Crinoline and had two tiny cluster red cherries dangling here and there as a decoration. I liked how they clicked together when I danced.

Oh My ! This is bringing too many memories. I also had a skirt with poodles on it. The famous poodle skirt. I could hula hoop forever in that skirt.

I won $25.00 and a fake gold hula hoop once. It was second prize.

Spoolies Curlers and Dr. Ben Casey Shirts, Saddle shoes,AMBUSH cologne, what were those monkey-like things that everybody wore around their arms???  Oh and empire dresses, I loved those, made my boobs look larger.

Penny loafers came along with the saddle shoes, had too have a choice🙂 My dad put a dime in my coin slot. I had too be different.

Everyone wore madris.When it was washed the colors would “bleed” and change the tones of the plaid. Fish net stockings, and those with diamond and other intricate designs. MOHAIR SWEATER!  I had only one, it was a light baby pink and looked great with my gray skirt. I wore it a lot.

“Taps” on heels, the teachers hated them. My saddle shoes always had metal taps. They annoyed everyone it seemed.


The “Junior flip” I never had to do anything special too get the style, my hair naturally flipped on the ends; lucky me.

I was around 14-15 here @ Cynthia Martz

I was around 14-15 here @ Cynthia Martz

Oh and the comfort of Spoolies after wearing those horrid bristly rollers to bed. OUCH! The price we pay to be beautiful🙂

Babyboomers are the Bomb

Doing Time

Why is Time Speeding Up?

Where did March go ?

It was just the first week of March it seems, and now here we are going into April Fool’s Day. I know my memory is going South of late. But, I couldn’t have missed an entire month.

It’s like things move around on me also. I put something in a certain space, and lo and behold the next day it is gone. Sometimes it is the same day

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~Poof !

I actually asked the Universe to help me out here.

Did I move it and don’t remember ?

I  dropped something on my foot somewhere. I have a bruise, but for the life of me I can not remember where I was or what fell on it.

I do remember hollering.


It is due to this increasing pulse rate that we feel as though time is speeding up. Why do we “feel” as though time is moving faster than it used to be?

The reason is what we once perceived to be a period of 24 hours now feels like only 16 hours. Our clocks still move in seconds, minutes and hours and still click over a full day in 24 hours but due to the earths increased heartbeat, we perceive it to be only two-thirds as long or a perception period of merely 16 hours.

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The Truth Seeker


yin yang

Mister Max Poo

Copyright ©2012 Cynthia Martz

Copyright ©2012 Cynthia Martz

Earlier today I went to the laundry. I didn’t want to do laundry.

But I had too, because I have no linens clean or blankets…thanks to Pissy China.

She seems to get a thrill out of laying on my chest on my softest of blankets.
She must be dreaming or thinks she’s in her litter box.

This is a litter tray trained cat,not sick,eats everything all the time.

Doesn’t have worms, a good wild cat.

Click to see Larger Photo~China@Key West,FL~Copyright ©2012

China@Key West,FL~
Copyright ©2012
Click to see Larger Photo

The past month she has done this every week , and I only do laundry once a month if I feel like it🙂

So, before going to the laundry I  treat the linens with the Anti Icky Poo. I turned the container around and read the directions again.

There you go…DEAD BODIES!!!!

What the heck ???

I don’t know what else is in this product. A bunch of names I never heard of at any rate.

It cleans baseboards like nothing else I have ever seen.

Eats the grime and dirt.

Dead Bodies ???

I detected a certain acidity.

Anti Icky Poo

Online it says Anti-Icky-Poo eliminates any decaying organic material. So in addition to Pet Urine, it also works on Skunk Musk, decaying animal bodies, or any other decaying organic material. Anti-Icky-Poo will remove Pet Odors and Pet Stains from most materials such as carpet, fabric, upholstery, tile, wood floors, stainless steel, linoleum. It also removes all bio odor including: vomit, old breast milk, hidden food that was rediscovered, human urine smell and other bodily mishaps.

My Mom needed this stuff. She could never get rid of the cat smells from previous owners.
I dropped something on my foot today, can’t remember what or where but it will come too me.

Now, my foot really hurts and is swollen, black and blue. I know whatever fell on it, hurt it.
So,I was at K MART and the laundry.

I think it was at K Mart. I remember it hurting more when I walked back to the laundry then it did when I walked to K Mart. I waited in line over half an hour, there was one cashier.

I took pictures today of the Anti Icky Poo, wait I thought I heard a weird hum coming from the computer. Maybe it’s from typing, never noticed it before. Well,the desk is moving slightly. I put my ear to the Brains of the computer. No noise. I go back to typing and it starts again. I decide the sound is music softly playing in the front room.

The Cat Music. The meowing is neat and the cats love it. The rest of it sounds like Enigma. I like it.

Back to the Poo. I was reading the Label and directions for use and couldn’t believe what it said. I did take a picture with my Kodak, but I guess I had the camera to close because it turned out blurred. Another try with the web cam.

Another crash in Java,now I have to load page builder again and I don’t remember saving changes. darn.

Ok,I got “Twilight” updated.
Looks good.

Ok, got the picture and you know a picture is worth a 1,000 words.
In this case it is priceless.

My bottle says what it says.

Copyright ©2012

Copyright ©2012

Copyright ©2012 Cynthia Martz

Oh blessed the night of sparkling stars

That brings forth the sun’s comforting light

Blessed and cherished sleep that renews our soul
for the day ahead~

Come what may~another darkness of night to come~another daybreak

So it continues


You Only Have One Heart

I am now going within and with great intent forgive all those who treated me unkindly,said nasty things and betrayed me in ways that have effected me too this day.

I learned so much from these persons.I feel it wasn’t so much the feeling of being used,as it was feeling I am someway contributed too it.


I am a very giving spirit and will help in any way I am able. When this backfires you feel like you have been taken advantage of.The old adage “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” comes to mind.

A truly kind heart is an attribute. It is not made to be broken, walked on and misled. It is meant to be loved and cherished.
Positive relationships bring meaning to our lives and provide the love, support and encouragement for us to make it through this ongoing journey.
The toxic ones, leave our hearts wounded. When you are in pain it is difficult to remember what truly brings us joy.

Only when we remember, can we celebrate the wonderful moments in life. A picnic on the beach, dancing in a summer storm, playing in rain puddles, the feeling of a big bear hug.

You only have one heart. Be selective who you share it with.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” – Henry David Thoreau

I just checked my home mailbox.I love my HUG!


Hug_Mail_From_SIL~Copyright ©2012 Cynthia Martz


The Sensitive Dragonfly

They say that as a creature of the wind, a dragonfly represents change. Its wings are sensitive to slight breezes, so we too should heed where the wind blows us in life.

Funny, I am forever saying “However the wind blows is OK with me”

Dragonflies also live near water, which in and of itself is symbolic of the subconscious mind. Dragonflies symbolically carry a message dealing with deeper thought, reminding us to pay attention to our own deeper thoughts and desires.

Finally, a dragonfly lives a short life, so it must live life to the fullest.

Keeping these thoughts in mind as one progresses through life may be a source of focus for meditation, improving one’s life choices in the process.

I live with the Atlantic Ocean on one side and The Gulf of Mexico on the other,a little Island Stream.

I am surrounded by water and lots of dragonflies.

Water and Ocean salty Air~ what more could a person need ?

Fire to keep our inner light burning and Earth to ground us.

Earth~Air-Fire-Water…the elements that sustain us.

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A Time for Every Season

How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog–it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
James 4:14

What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

I always liked this scripture.

Life is like that.

Seasons in our life.

Summertime reminds me of my youth,carefree and apprehensive at the same time

Spring~reminds me of new things. Daffodils coming through the semi-frozen ground

Fall reminds me that all things change, leaves fall, people move away, loved ones die

Winter reminds me that I am retired now and my hair is starting to get gray (Hi-lights ?) … I move slower and I see ME in those older folks,especially when I look in the mirror and see the reflection of my mother staring back at me.I dressed to go out the other day and my daughter commented “You look just like grandma;she was so beautiful.”
That was such a nice thing to hear.

Most importantly~The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after.

Lyrics Elusive Butterfly 1966 Bob Lin
The year I graduated…

You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin’
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin’

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Elusive Butterfly

Elusive Butterfly@Key West Botanical Gardens


The Shadow: Our Darker Side

I was researching”Gold in our Shadow” and this came up…

Another search and I found some more gold~ this interesting article where the author mentions that “Most often the shadow comes to be seen as entirely negative and its recognition is resisted. If a person strongly denies the shadow then he may be overly focused on the persona. He may only know himself as this persona and this is all that is shown to society.

The Shadow.

and more>>> “Gold in its Shadowy Inheritance”


Dark Night of the Soul

It is difficult to know that your heart is not beating freely if the weight of the ego upon it is all you’ve ever known. Almost everyone suffers the same ailment. When we pass through the Dark Night we realize “I am a free Self and still connected to the world.”

Dark Night of Soul

The Mystic (Dark and light)

Embracing the Dark~Honoring the Light

Pluto Inner Darkness


“One of the principal goals of any spiritual path is to lead us to experience that the true essence of our soul is loving, peaceful, joyful and free.
As our upper chakras open we experience our true soul essence as love and light. The air and fire elements facilitate this liberating experience.This phase of our spiritual journey covers both the taste of the ecstasy of Light and the agony of the dark night of the soul. We discover what the real cause of our pain and anguish is our perceived (unconscious) separation from God.

We realize that we have to work through all the dark thoughts,drop all alienating beliefs and release all false perceptions that keep our mind disconnected from the Divine. We become more and more content as we cultivate our inner relationship to our Divine Source and accept Maya for what it is.
We become more and more self-actualized as we learn to live our truth unflinchingly without letting outer circumstances distract us from our Divine Connection, or allowing external input to define our identity and our reality.

Working with the mental and subtle bodies is satisfying, but we notice that we cannot stay in this “enlightened” state all the time. This is when we realize that we have physical and emotional bodies that must also align with Spirit if we are to maintain this expanded state of consciousness. Enter the water and earth elements and the lower chakras. The good news is that the emotions are the sensory system of the soul. The bad news is that our work has just begun.


St. John of the Cross writes about the “dark night of the senses.” Seva Simran Singh has observed “that almost everyone on a spiritual path goes through the ‘dark night of the senses.’ Essentially it is when everything you are seeing, hearing and feeling starts to drive you nuts. You begin to experience that the behavior of the senses is out of sync with the intent of your soul and it becomes a battle for which one will dominate your consciousness. You seek solace by finding sensory stimulus that supports you soul – sacred places, art, deep meditation – but then it is right back into the trenches and the battle rages on. After a while you begin to realize that the senses have been conditioned by past lives and the impressions of this life and that what you are really battling is your own karmic tendencies which, as your soul wakes up, are no longer acceptable to you.”We must consciously work with our emotional body to release the samskaras or scars that distract us from our true essence. Our task is to break the attachment to those tendencies that pull us away from our pure essence. We do so by patiently healing our emotional wounds and by re-configuring our psyche to support our soul. This process can take years and perhaps is never really over.

There is however a point at which our soul essence begins to dominate our conscious attention. This is a turning point, after which the process of becoming our true selves gets deeper, richer and wonderfully satisfying. As we become more fully awake, we get more adept at rooting out old programming and releasing the hold of the past on our senses.

We are able to identify aspects of our life that are a function of outer reality and let go of sensations that have been cooped by conditioned responses. We learn to release unacceptable and confusing responses and replace them with authentic ones.
As we do so, our sensations become more and more pure expressions of our soul. We discover what it means to live and love at the level of our own truth, which is empowering and directing us from within.


“It is through meditation and sacred spaces that we get in touch with our soul and also retrain our senses experience reality through the eyes and ears and feelings of the soul. During the dark night of the senses this contrasts acutely with the tendency to experience reality through the eyes, ears and feelings of the ego and its conditioning. Thus we are both attracted and repulsed, desire and don’t desire, like and don’t like, love and hate, and so on, as the battle to win our senses rages on. We crave sensory stimulus that will remind us of our soul in order to escape from sensory stimulus that reminds us of our conditioning, known and unknown, personal and collective.”

When we actually experience our soul strongly enough, it begins to alter the mind so that the senses serve the soul. We no longer experience reality through the eyes and ears and feelings of our history/conditioning/ego.

In kundalini yoga this is called the sensory human.

The point about the dark night of the senses is that you don’t get there without a struggle to determine who or what is going to be in command of the senses and the way in which information is interpreted or filtered. Once you are there, your sadhana keeps you there and the journey is one of seeing and feeling and hearing through a different lens, a liberated one, free of time’s weight.

“The senses are capable of taking in billions and billions of bits of information across auditory, visual and kinesthetic spectrum’s vastly greater that what they have been conditioned to take in through genetics (collective history), samskaras (personal past life history), vassanas (personal- this life impressions) and the associated tendencies to distort, delete and generalize information.

When we tap into the sensory human we transcend our identification with the above and begin to open up the senses to their real potential as the eyes, ear and feelings of the soul.

“Our goal is to become what Yogi Bhajan calls a sensory human. We do so by passing through both the dark night of the soul and the dark night of the senses.

We re-train our senses to align with our soul, to obey a different master and to serve a different reality.”

A prose I wrote:

Oh blessed the night of sparkling stars
That brings forth the sun’s comforting light
Blessed and cherished sleep that renews our soul
for the day ahead~
come what may
another darkness of night to come
another daybreak
and so it continues

Written 8/17/03
Copyright ©2012 Cynthia Martz

Remembering Crikey

Steve Irwin


Born: 22-Feb-1962
Birthplace: Victoria, Australia
Died: 4-Sep-2006

The morning of September 4th 2006 I was watching the news. It was Labor Day Holiday.

I had went to put a pot of coffee on and heard the shocking words.
The news reverberated throughout the world very quickly.

The Wildlife Warrior, our Crocodile Hunter was dead.

He died on the 4th, he was 44.

I thought how strange, those numbers.
Many believe 444 means an angel is close by

In Doreen Virtue’s book on Angel Numbers, she describes the meaning of 444.
“Thousands of angels surround you at this moment loving and supporting you. You have a very strong and clear connection with the angelic realm, and are an Earth angel yourself. You have nothing to fear, all is well.”

In disbelief and shock, my tears began falling.

As I went about my day the airways were filled with the news.
The unbelievable news that he was gone.

The man who seemed invincible had been swimming off the coast of the Great Barrier Reef.

He swam over the gentle giant of the sea, also affectionately called the bird of the sea and suddenly without reason or why was stung when the tail pierced his chest and lodged in his heart.

The news reported that he pulled the serrated barb out and was unconscious when brought up to his boat “The Croc1”

Terri and children were hiking in Tasmania and had not received word.

That is behind us now.

The fireside memorial held for family and closest of friends has been held at his beloved Australian Zoo, the Grand Memorial where his favorite song “True Blue” was sung by Mr. Williamson was presented at the Crocoseum.
It was built by Steve for his feedings of his beloved DOLLS or Dinosaurs as he called them.

His daughter Bindi spoke so endearing of him, her father who she said she would miss every day and when seeing a crocodile would forever think of him.

The day that popular television personality Steve “Crocodile Hunter” Irwin died was the day his wife, Terri, says she lost her prince.
Terri, his beloved soul mate has spoken with Barbara Walters on 20/20.

“Soulmates are people who bring out the best in you.
They are not perfect but are always perfect for you.”

Despite the loss of her husband, Terri says she still feels blessed that she had him in her life. “I had romance like I didn’t think existed anymore, a wonderful romance. He was passionate and determined and enthusiastic.”

“Steve changed the world.”

Terri says he changed the world by giving everyone a message.

“If you can reach out and touch and love and be with wildlife, you will forever be changed and you will want to make the world a better place.If we do nothing we’re in trouble. And he did more than anybody. So I think we can all do something.”

“He was fun. He taught me it’s OK to play in the rain, splash in my puddle.
Allow the kids too get dirty, and spill ice cream on their pants.”

He didn’t sweat the little stuff.

He followed the big picture.

And he had fun!

Now I’m going to work really hard at having fun again.

I’m Mrs. Steve Irwin.

I’ve got a lot to live up to.”

Glass House Mountains Tourist Drive in respect and memory of Steve and all his conservation efforts has been renamed The Steve Irwin Way.

Though it did not make any of the television specials and retrospectives, one of my favorite tributes came on a radio phone-in show on the afternoon that Steve Irwin was killed.

A young mother recalled the day that her young son managed to perform potty duties
for the first time without any mishaps.

In celebration, she told her proud young son that he could call anyone in the world to share the good news.

“I want to call the Croc Hunter,” came the cry.

The moments, hours, days, weeks have gone by.
“flat out like a lizard drinking”

“British poet Sydney Dobell wrote this eulogy in 1854

Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.

He woo’d and won her; and, by love made bold,

she show’d him more than mortal man should know,

Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

And yet, those rare few still lean ever closer, hungry for a hint or a whisper nature knows them or understands them or loves them like they love her. Or she even knows they exist.

That she doesn’t is chilling or comforting, the only constant. “

Karen Bishops words helped me get through this grief.

From her post:

His departure could not have been more perfect.
He was interacting with a representative of the animal kingdom.

What we are about, always comes into our arena, as like energies always attract like energies.

This incredible creature from the sea, volunteered to assist with the soul decision of Steve Irwin to depart.

This man had a tremendous amount of heart.
He oozed it wherever he went and with all he encountered.

What a perfect alignment then, to go out through the energy of the heart.

The combination of the heart energy, the animal kingdom.

Steve Irwin created a perfect alignment for who he was in all ways.

And this was the energetic portal that he left through.



This Memorial was Written and Created by Cynthia
September 29th 2006.

Sleep Talking Gibberish


I freaked them out last night talking in my gibberish dialect. I was sound a sleep. Wish I knew what I said.
I have been told on numerous occasions that I do this.
My mother was affiliated with Jehovah’s Witness, her close friend and sister in the faith said I needed help and was possessed of some entity.
I forever rebelled and repelled that CULT.
The information below was taken from this website.


“Sleep talking can be coherent or complete gibberish and not even spoken in the person’s native tongue. Just as often, sleep talking doesn’t carry the same voice and tone as the person would if speaking while awake. He or she can sound completely different.
The lighter the sleep, the more intelligent the sleep talking is. In sleep stages 1 and 2, the talking is more intelligible, while in stages 3 or 4, the talk might be restricted to moans and gibberish.”

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Surprise Visitors are the Best

I am feeling so blessed too have seen Malcolm and my dear Ladybug. It was a quickie visit, spur of the moment.

They arrived around 3 in the afternoon the 23 rd of April and left at 9:45 AM this morning the 24 th.

I was on the phone with her shortly after my daughter went to work. The phone sound was set to a special ring but I thought it was her, so I answered.

It was my granddaughter. She asked me what I was doing and I told her making a pancake and she said “make me one.”

Well, that went over my head.

A little while later while we are still on the phone

Knock , KNOCK.

Later she told me she had been knocking a long time. I must have thought it was the kids trying to place their Hamsters and offspring for the third time in a week.

I would love one of their cages and great tubing, it would fit right in Bears castle. A second floor condo.

But, the animals came with a male named Gilbert (Not the father), an all black bear female named Marie and 7-8 babies.

They were selling the babies for $1.00 a piece. I said I would love to take them, but I just do not have the space.

But anyways I am walking to the door, telling her on the phone someone is at the door and walk phone in hand and answer it.

What a major wonderful blessed surprise. I laughed, I must have looked amazed, I cried, we hugged a long time.

Her man looked just as happy and it was such a great a feeling. The hugs were amazing.

Many glasses of iced tea and giving her the tops I had for her. The bright red flat saddle bag. She loved everything. We both decided the giraffes on one of the blouses were so unique . We agreed they should be put in a frame on display in her crafts room. I should have taken a photo of it. (Hindsight, not enough said on that one)

They both looked so handsome and beautiful.

So happy.

I couldn’t stop talking or smiling.

Made Coffee and French Toast for breakfast.

Lazy Dog Day kayaking through the Mangroves and then back to Orlando.

I did get some great Canon Moments.

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