Just a Nicks Nudge

I loved flowing skirts, boots and hats. Still do.

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Watching the latest episode of “American Horror Story” instigated a memory. It was a wonderful tribute to Stevie Nicks, or “the White Witch,” as Lily Rabe’s Misty Day called her. “take flight” when she sang along to the background song of     “Rhiannon”

Flying is what I want if I could pick a personal superpower.  Flying in dreams is great, but to truly take flight. I am contemplating.

Years ago  I was living in Michigan with my daughter. We were undulated by a Northern blizzard of snow that came off Lake Michigan. No one on the roads. She asked me if we could go out and play in the snow with the car. I thought too myself, and then told her “If you can get the car out from under the snow piled up on it, then yes, we could play.

An hour or so later after acquiring the services of several neighbor boys she came to tell me she was ready.

No one on the roads. Snow and wind blowing as we carefully made our way. We did circle 8’s in an empty parking lot. When we came back, we warmed up and she said she wanted to go to a little tavern. It was in Saint Joseph called “High’s Saloon” It was always Christmas ready all year round. Lights twinkled, trains huffed and puffed overhead, many pieces of memorabilia like TGI Fridays before they changed.

We walked through the snow, barely able to see and it was so cold.

On the way back she stopped and we did a bit of Christmas shopping at a small shop that had no other customers. Walking home we realized we had left our doggy bag with potato skins, nacho’s, my mouth was watering.

A few weeks later she presented me with  my gift. A life-size poster of Stevie Nicks. She knew I loved the “Nicks”

The Nicks Spin was what it was all about.

Stevie’s fashion sense became my own. It was part gypsy, medieval, gothic.

I loved flowing skirts, boots and hats. Still do.

This is all about the Spin Lady.

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Veiled Dreams


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I just woke up out of another intense dream. I went to the bathroom and noticed it was raining very hard, I could hear the sounds of it hitting the window pane.

The dream dissipated as soon as I awakened.

I used to pride myself on remembering my dreams. I could wake and write about the dream and the more I wrote the more I remembered.

That capability is gone.

I do dream, I still fly, but by the time I’m awake I can’t remember them. Lately all l  remember is how strange I feel. It feels like I am going in circles and discombobulated.  Usually I am very tired and thirsty. I used to have very vivid dreams and a strong memory of them. Now, The Dream leaves me feeling very confused, in a weird, happy or benevolent way.

No flashes, no bits and pieces that I can weave together.

I am beginning to think that my Dreams are like watching a new and exciting show on TV. One that has no conclusion, no follow-up or continuity.

Technicolor Fragments.

Visions of our innermost thoughts relentlessly at work while at rest. Night visions that are evidently not material to dwell on nor interpret, analyze, or decipher in the morning light.

Starfish – Saving One Makes All the Difference in the World


Today is my daughter’s 45 th Birthday.

As I mentioned in an prior blog   18 Wheels to Key West  she was my Starfish thrower and she saved me when she hypothetically threw me back in the ocean.

It reminds me of that song by Pink Floyd  “Wish You Were Here”

Excerpt from lyrics:

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.

I was that lost soul.

I have been clean since 1998. I arrived in Key West in 92.  Needlessness too say old habits die hard sometimes. I backslid on numerous occasions.

She was still in my corner.

We’re like Starfish…saving one makes all the difference in the world

 

The Starfish Story

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adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley (1907 – 1977)

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”

“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”

At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, “It made a difference for that one.”

 

The opal starfish is a replica of the starfish ring, that now resides on her finger that I also gifted her with.

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I designed this for her and put it in a beautiful frame.

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© Cynthia Martz 2013

I also burned her our favorite songs from the Breaking Bad series.

Crystal Blue Persuasion

Jane’s Demise

TIMBER TIMBRE – MAGIC ARROW

ENCHANTED

Los Zafiros – He Venido

If I Had A Heart

Who’s Gonna Save My Soul

One By One

We Are Born When We Die

TRUTH

Black

The Long Walk Alone

Line Of Fire

Baby Blue

Farewell Breaking Bad

 

The Planet Mars…

Mars gets too me in ways I feel overwhelmed at times. I can be so intense and that intensity when it comes to debates, sex, enthusiasm gets over charged at intervals. I really try to be less forceful, but my plutonium and Martian ways always seem too burst forth with little or no control. I mean well and have good intent, it just is taken the wrong way at times.

Sometimes I wonder if person’s really are listening…it seems if they were;  they would see what I was trying to say , not what they perceived me too say.