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
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.
© Cynthia Martz 2013
I also burned her our favorite songs from the Breaking Bad series.
Crystal Blue Persuasion
TIMBER TIMBRE – MAGIC ARROW
Los Zafiros – He Venido
If I Had A Heart
Who’s Gonna Save My Soul
One By One
We Are Born When We Die
The Long Walk Alone
Line Of Fire
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.