Time Changes Oh My


On a positive note it is a beautiful day at 78 ° and no storm clouds are in sight.

I am so relieved to be back home.
Ready for OUR Zoo day.
Rhea came at 4.
She said all her clocks fell back instead of springing forward. Her phone service has been out most of the day.
I was just getting up from a nice, sweet nap.

The farm is located just off of College Road, on Stock Island, at the Sheriff’s Office Headquarters complex. The smell emancipating from it is horrendous, the pond was dry and parched. Their were no animals out and about.

We walk to the entrance where I expected long lines and their were none. The gates were locked down.
I buzzed for information and when I said isn’t the  Zoo open from 3-6  ? He said “Negative” (Police jargon for a NO)  and added 1-3.

We left and headed down town Key West for a delicious homemade Tropical ice crème.

I love the Toasted Coconut and Cuban Coffee on a waffle cone.

We parked and paid $3.00 to do so.

The guy was dipping from the smallest dipper I have ever seen and I thought that will take at least 5 scoops to fill a waffle cone.
2 scoops cost over $6.00.

We left and rode further down town and came upon a little parlor across from the Customs Building. I took photos of the kissing statue and some other good shots.

Rhea said their is no place to park so she left the car and went and got her ice crème.
I waited.
She came back and said Homemade on premise two scoops $6.20. I went in and said Local and got my two scoops for $5.20.
Than on the way home, a stop at Publix for cat food and litter.
The cat food was NOT in the bag when I arrived.

Remembering Crikey

“flat out like a lizard drinking”


Steve Irwin

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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.

CRIKEY!!!!!

WE MISS YOU!

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

Art in Clouds


Heart_Imagination

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It’s not what you look at that matters; it’s what you see

~Henry David Thoreau

I’ve had this oil painting for many years. When Steve Irwin the crocodile hunter died back in 2006 I saw something in the painting that I had never noticed before.

Look in the upper left corner and tell me if you don’t see a stingray clear as day ?

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 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.

A Warrior that will be truly and forever missed by us and the hearts of the animal kingdom. He gave his heart in so many ways and in the end he Literally gave his heart doing what he so loved.

Steve Irwin (2/22/1962 – 9/4/2006)

 

Just a Nicks Nudge

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


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.

Gold Dust Woman

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Just a Second


Sands of Time

Many times in the course of a day we hear these three words.

Think about them.

A second is a : The basic unit of time.
There are 60 seconds in 1 minute and 3,600 seconds in an hour.

1 second is about as long as it takes to say “one thousand and one”

Everyone of them counts

Some even get Second Chances

 

We All Walk Alone Sometimes


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When one feels they are alone in this world it is a lonely place.

Many times I have felt alone, but realize the love that surrounds me and the feelings seem to evaporate.

I have heard the saying we come into this world alone and leave it the same way.

Is being alone or lonely no more then an illusion?

A perceived perception?

Our personal reality.

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

Hunter S.Thompson

In all due respect he died with a shotgun blast to his head by his hand.

I was not alone when I was born, I came from the connection of my mother who carried me lovingly under her heart.

I do not believe I will be alone when I am at the door of death. I believe angels will be surrounding me and singing to the tops of there lungs.

It exhorts the listener to continue his or her journey, despite abandonment or lack of support from others. The song is often quoted in the context of political or social change movements; Mahatma Gandhi cited it as  his favorite song.

It is a song written by the Nobel prize winning poet Rabindranath Tagore, and is a part of the Rabindra Sangeet canon.

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.