Music and Missteps


Lady Blue Phoenix Utube Channel

It’s my 71 st Birthday on the 18 th. I finally got a Smartphone. I am on a huge learning curve, but loving it.

A new tattoo.

A furry hamster I call MuMoo. He looks like a black and white cow.

 

I love my UTUBE channel setup especially with my recent installment of Firestick.

I can sit relaxed and comfy in my living room chair without being tied down to my computer chair.

It has been very handy since the incidents in my life lately.

First a shot of cortisone (July 29 th) in my out of whack left hip caused 6 weeks of not being able to lift my leg enough to put undies on. Not a good thing.

Than my fall ( September 27 th 2019) which bruised my buttocks (will not show graphic photo). It has left numerous bumps that are painful to my touch.

Than on the 28th of November I was misting my flowers. A very heavy vintage bottle (Heavier than a iron skillet) fell on my right foot.

Either I am moving at the speed of light or I can not seem to get out of my very own way.

Just another Beautiful day in Beautiful Key West…

(Photo by Mimi)

Not complaining 🙂

 

Seasons Change


I am on my fourth day of not smoking cigarettes. I have smoked everyday since I was 15 years old. I will be 71 on the 18th of this month. I quit Mary-Jane in August of this year. I started smoking POT when my daughter was a baby.  51 years ago.  I quit smoking cigarettes when I was pregnant, the day I had her I started up again. It is a powerful addiction; Nicotine. It is harder to quit than any drug I have ever used and abused.

For my birthday I got another Tattoo. Have not gotten one since my Phoenix in 2009.

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I got this one on the 27 th.

“Life Is Beautiful”

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On to the Blog Post I wrote last night. Thinking is a powerful thing. Best to write it down.

It is what it is

2:35 AM 11/1/2019

“You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.”

It Was what it Was

Leaving Michigan

Wake up.

Wish I could go back to sleep.

Listen to the same people complaining about the same things.

Emotions

Hoping that I wake up in the morning.

No matter what I did too not wake up, I woke. In a super duper Daze but alive.

Wake up again and repeat.

This was my routine for YEARS before I finally couldn’t take it anymore.

I was possibly more miserable than I’d ever been.

Why wasn’t my life changing ?

So I plodded on, and accepted my life as it was. I tried to make the best of things. And sometimes, it worked, but not for long.

Eventually the feelings of dissatisfaction would return. The feeling of helplessness. Feeling stuck. Wanting to escape.

But there was no way out. I’d be repeating this day forever. And ever.
Let It Go

Around this time, I was reading a lot about how we need to close one door before another can open.

I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. I just knew I didn’t want what I had.

I had to follow my heart. What if my heart was only telling me what I didn’t want? What if it was refusing to tell me what was next?

What if I closed one door and the other one got stuck?

What then?

I was so afraid of what would happen, I held on for months, hoping for an answer to drop out of the sky.

Until the pain of staying where I was suddenly became too much to bear. I couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, what happened next didn’t matter.

I didn’t care.

I saw the madness of what I was doing. Just to survive.
And even surviving wasn’t much fun.

The Brass Key

So I surrendered. I did what I’d felt called to do all along: I said goodbye to the man I’d been clinging to. With no idea of what was coming next. With no income and little money.

But as soon as I made my decision, I felt a huge sense of relief. I wondered what had taken me so long.

Of course, it wasn’t long until the fear crept back in. I had moments when I wondered what I was doing and how I would survive.

But even in those moments of doubt, there was a knowing that leaving my present situation was the right thing to do.

All my life, I’d put survival first. Now it was time to put myself first.

My happiness. My sanity. My peace of mind.

The worst-case scenario may not be so bad. In fact, it might be quite good.

I was lucky. I was never going to be out on the streets ever again. I knew I had the option of returning to stay with my daughter until I sorted myself out. But I really didn’t want to do that. I was far too old for that now. It was the Year 1992

Besides, that would mean living in a town far away from anywhere, with no transport of my own.

Despite my best hopes that something else would magically turn up, I indeed ended up hitch hiking to Key West. I tried telling myself it would be fine, but the scary thoughts were still lurking.

18 Wheels to Key West

However, within a couple of weeks of the move, I saw the new path begin to emerge—chance meetings with like-minded people, work opportunities in unexpected places.

And for the first time in months, I actually felt happy. Because for the first time in my life, I was truly putting myself first. And I was truly living in the present.

Survival was no longer the name of the game.

My own peace of mind and happiness was.

When the pain of being where you are is too much to handle, when life is shoving you in the direction of the unknown, dare to trust it.

As I said, I was lucky. I know not everybody can do exactly as I did. Not everyone has someone who can help them out while they make a drastic life change.

I also know how annoying it can be to be told to change your life when you simply don’t see how. But the point here isn’t to do what I did, but to let go where you can.

You may have to face your own worst-case scenario.

When you begin to take care of yourself, when you follow what feels good for you and put your own physical and mental health first, you’ll find the path will begin to open up. You’ll find support from unexpected places.

You may even find that your worst-case scenario turns out to be the best thing you could have hoped for.

What I’ve learned is that having a plan is overrated.

Sometimes we really do need to let go and see what happens next.

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Remembering Crikey


 

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This is a post I created when Steve died.It was located in my zimbabast web pages that are no longer on the web.I kept the HTML of all pages. This past week I have been watching the new series on his family and how they have carried on and preserved his passion for wildlife.

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 that now have become a mainstay here and around the world.

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 as, “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,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. And splash in my puddle. And let the kids get dirty. And spill ice cream on your 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 it “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 chirpily recalled the day that her young infant 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 Bishop’s 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, and Steve Irwin created a perfect alignment for who he was in all ways.

And this was the energetic portal that he left through.

CRIKEY!!!!!

WE MISS YOU!

This Memorial was Written and Created by Cynthia

September 29th 2006.

 

Irma~Gone With the Wind

The Featured Image has changed a bit. After IRMA I have just one beautiful Palm to appreciate from my kitchen window.


Today marks an entire month since Irma hit us as a Category 4 Storm. She didn’t just smack, she destroyed.
The Grotto of Saint Mary’s in Key West,Florida is said to protect us.

I now am a firm believer of this.

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Photo by Cynthia Martz

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Court House Photo Credit ~ Shaun Wilson

The Linesman from many States including Colorado, Michigan were Here and got us up and running within 8-10 days. Very thankful for all their hard work and dedication.

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On the Blvd (North Roosevelt)

 

Those from MM 10 and straight through the rest of the Keys Island Chain on into Georgia did not take IRMA as easily as we did.

Houses were completely blown off their concrete bases, cars floated upside down in the storm surge. Trees totally uprooted, debris scattered hither and yond.

The State Parks especially Bahia Honda took major devastation. It is a void wasteland with huge boulders hindering the roads to see the damage it done.
Such a beautiful park that I have spent many Sunday’s at over the years with my daughter and grandkids. Extended family and friends.

Than

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and

Now

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It will take some time to repair this beautiful sanctuary.

Photos from Key West.

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Little Dove Photo by Cynthia Martz

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Iguana Trees

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The recently renovated Dion’s on the Blvd.

Two tornado’s made a path down North Roosevelt.

True, we were spared much devastation but it did in deed put a dent in the Ole Conch Shell. We lost some of our oldest Banyan and Gumbo Limbo Trees.

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Photo Credit by Captain Tony’s daughter

“The Giving Tree”   is one of Silverstein’s best-known children’s books became a “Taking Tree,” destroying one of Key West’s literary landmarks.

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Martello Towers on the BLVD left a shambles.

The Bat Tower, gone.
The spirit of the locals (Key West) and the ones that evacuated and came back are persons that truly care about their little piece of paradise.

One day at a time.

After the four Storms that came back to Back in 2005 we have been spared.

Our Lush foliage and green trees were just coming back. Twelve years later we begin a new.

Others lost their entire homes, possessions and years of struggling. Gone with the Wind. Their homes were not so fortunate.

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Big Pine Key MM 30-32

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Trailer in Big Coppitt Key MM 10

So many effected by earthquakes in Mexico, savage storms in Puerto Rico and neighboring Islands.

Thankful for all the lives spared.

Blessings to all of those who lost a loved one.

Mother Nature.

No matter where you live, there is always something that concerns us weather wise.

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It is cycles the Earth passes through, a cleansing of sorts.

Doesn’t make it any easier to cope with the aftermath of such onslaughts.

Source of quote

http://ossfoundation.us/projects/environment/global-warming/natural-cycle

“Is global warming a natural cycle? Or is global warming affected by human influence? What does the science say? Both are true. In the natural cycle, the world can warm, and cool, without any human interference. For the past million years this has occurred over and over at approximately 100,000 year intervals. About 80-90,000 years of ice age with about 10-20,000 years of warm period, give or take some thousands of years.”

Crikey~We Miss You


 

Steve Irwin

 crikey

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.

“Soul mates 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.

CRIKEY!!!!!

WE MISS YOU!

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

Key West Boat Kids

Hurricanes,Death in Custody,Could it happen again?


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Ownership Drama

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Cartoons by Arnaud Girard

Wisteria Island, also known as Christmas Tree Island, is a federally owned, uninhabited island in the lower Florida Keys 645 yards (590 m) northwest of the northwestern corner of the main island and city of Key West, Florida, Monroe County, United States. It is located 280 yards (260 m) north-northeast of Sunset Key (Tank Island), its closest neighbor.

Wisteria Island has an area of 0.04 mi² (0.1 km²) (exactly 106346 m²). The nickname Christmas Tree Island comes from the large number of Australian pine (casuarina) trees that grow there. Large numbers of live aboard boats are moored near the island.

In 2005 Key West was inundated with not one but four Hurricanes.

Hurricane Wilma was the one that had the Gulf meeting the Atlantic. The flooding and destruction were something some have never recovered from.

This is a short documentary on the kids and their families that were marooned on a nearby Island called Wisteria.

Island Gypsies

I have also included updates to show what the children are doing now 12 years later.

“The Worshiped Island. Key West” by Alexis Girard d’Albissin. He is in his 20’s now.

A Review of his writings

http://thebluepaper.com/worshipped-island/

Nina and Naomi Newton are singers that guest spot occasionally with the Doerfels. They also are family integrated with their brother Aaron and father Toko Irie on (Steel Drums)

Key West’s Nina Newton recording original song, “I Can’t Breathe” in memory of Charles Eimers and Eric Garner and inspired by the “Black Lives Matter” movement and the national call for justice that is spreading across America. In studio with Naomi Newton and Clementine Girard.

Waiting in the clouds

For my life to begin

For my heart and my fear

For my voice, for my scream

I can’t breathe

 

Waiting in cities

Where sit lost and sad

The remains of your age

And the ghosts of your fear

The echoes of their screams

 

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

 

My life in the lights

That shine in his eyes

Sweet taste of a kiss

My exile when you sleep

 

I can’t breathe

 

Broken fathers who’ve

Never returned

Shamed for their race

The color of their skin

Color of their skin

 

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

 

But from a fire

Burning in the street

I hear now clamors for justice

From a fire, hope for justice

And love, oh love

 

For the homeless man

They kill with their guns

For the lies they will weave

The hate in their eyes

 

I can’t breathe

 

For the secrets they whisper

In the darkest corners

For the old tricks they play

Key West~Death in Custody

Clementine went to a School of Fine Arts in India, another wants to be a photographer and boat captain.

Source of information

Keeping up with our little Island in the Sun

The Blue Paper