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(Caves of Hercules)

Been to London

Been to France

Traveled by Train through Spain

Passing Sunflowers in the Rain

Transfixed by island of Es Vedra
Sirens of the Sea
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Rode camels in the desert

Sit in ruins of mammoth caves
of Myths and Hercules Legions engraved
at times secluded by the tide

Walked the maze of streets
Following white feathers

Medina’s filled with spice and trinkets

Smelled the Moroccan Rose with Jasmine entwined

Views of Gibraltar from the vine filled terrace
Snow capped Rif and Atlas Mountains

Sipping mint tea from Baba’s Cafe
Smoking Kif and Hashish

My ever watchful mother’s eye on a two-year old
with wanderlust

Moments on Polaroid confiscated
Of this special place and time

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(Mystical island of Es Vedra)

Popular myths surrounding Es Vedra include that it was the home of the sirens and sea-nymphs who tried to lure Ulysses from his ship in Homer’s Odyssey, and the birth place and holy island of the Phoenician goddess, Tanit.

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.

Snapshots in Our Brain


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I remember my designated Aunt Nellie so fondly reciting “Yippee Tippy Tango Ar Bar Brusky Yippee Tippy Tango fell in the well” story. That’s why we do not name our children with long names she would say.

I just researched it and found she changed the name as it is called something else entirely. Or perhaps I just remembered it that way, the way she would take a deep breath and say “Oh My”

 

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Leaping Gleep


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© The Leaping Gleep Art by Roland Evans Etzler

Posted 10:11 AM. The time of his death, Synchronicity

October 12 th 1948 – July 19th 2014

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Death,Grief and the Magic Carpet Ride

An inspiring story about grief after a loved one dies.

Dear Mommy


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Dear Mother.
As I sit here and reminisce about you, our family I just wanted too thank you for the love and care you showed me as a child. Clean clothes, wonderful homemade meals, a kind word, a shoulder too cry on. So many little things that probably went unnoticed and unappreciated at the time.

Later in my adult life you didn’t speak too me for 12 years and I always felt cast out of your life. The same way I had been casted from THAT religion.

The first time we saw each other again after those 12 long years seemed as no time had passed.

Yet it had.

Moments, laughter that could have been shared as it should have been.

Than years later being shunned yet again. Than you left this earthly realm.

You called the day before your surgery to say you loved me.

The few mementos I have from you will always be cherished. Your dolly in the bottle, your pretty embroidered handkerchiefs. The heart jewelry box with your snap on earrings that kill my ear lobes. Your original wedding band from 1945 that I wear everyday.

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Where ever it is that you are you always will be in my heart. You reside in my mirror when I gaze at myself.

Your beliefs took precedence and I can not fault you for your journey. It took me sometime to realize that indeed each of our journey’s are unique and of our own making.

I Love you always Mommy.

Hearts Remember


The Heart Pies went over with a bang, like it was the 4th of July. They seem to put big smiles on special faces. Going over saved emails and cleaning up things that no longer serve my intentions. I found this. It is  dated 2006.

A truly wonderful writing.

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Photography Reflections by © Cynthia Martz 2013

I found this on the web years ago and saved it. It can no longer be found.

“When the ties that bind two hearts were broken and I began my life alone, I made a promise to myself. I promised myself that I’d build walls of stone around my heart so high and so tall that no one could hurt me again!

Each row of blocks was set in place and cemented in angry tears of disappointment. Angry at someone I gave my heart, my soul, and my dreams to. Disappointed that they looked upon me as less then the dirt they walked on each day.

Over time, my anger was replaced with independence and self-determination that I would not buckle, I would not fall to my knees and make the same mistakes of my past. I promised myself to look at life without rose colored glasses and realize that my happiness comes from me…not from someone else. But in my haste to live all my tomorrows alone in a double bed, I realized… perhaps….one day, that I would regain some of my lost dreams. I knew that one day, I would peek out of this cramped private world of mine and reflect on lessons learned.

I look at how little I possess, but then I smile because what I have I earned, it is mine, and I will let no one take it from me. I sense so clearly the vulnerability and the struggle between my heart and mind. One whose purpose is to make me look behind, and see the trail of tears that have led me to where I am today. I am reminded that by letting someone in will risk finding out that I was just being played for a fool. Even before I take that first step, unsure if I will step onto solid ground or a bottomless downward fall, I panic!

I am safe in this world of aloneness. No one can hurt me, I won’t let them! Yet I can’t help but go about these quiet times, and notice the way that man looks at the one he loves! I can’t help but take a longer look as they share that heart pounding, delightful, never meant to end kiss. I see them as they walk hand in hand. I see the way they pause as something is whispered softly, and their arms pull each other close. I hear them as they tell each other, “I love you”; and I feel a tear try to escape my eyes as I turn away.

No one was meant to be alone any more then anyone deserved to be hurt. But men and women are hurt every day, in every way, and unlike me, they stay in that relationship, void of mutual love. Worse yet, are those who finally broke free and hide in the shadows of bitterness. Every woman or every man is looked at the same way…full of selfishness, coldness, short tempered, mocking, demanding, and once more, in the back of our mind, when we least are prepared, we feel “We were to blame”! Abuser’s love to taunt us, and make us believe “WE” are to blame, not them“.

But I promised myself, that I will never accept blame, nor let my tears fall for what other’s did! One day they will have to face the mean things they have done. I am responsible for only those things “I do”! I don’t want someone to bring happiness into my life. I want someone to be the best part of each day and to compliment all two can share together. I want them to feel, as I do, that life is as special as two people want to make it. To believe that teamwork gets more accomplished then that of a boss! I will never again accept someone who dominates and makes me do as they say…”or else”.

I never want to fear them as I see them raise their hand. I want to know that their hand will gently caress my cheek. I want to feel the softness of a lover’s touch…a touch so soft and soothing that I could melt within their arms! I want to be able to exchange ideas, without fear of rejection. I want them to know that I understand that sometimes they must lead, just as I too must sometimes lead. But more often then not, I want to walk through these remaining years left to us, at each others side! I don’t want to wake up alone, I don’t want to die alone and unloved.

I want them to merge into my life without addictions because addictions destroy relationships sooner or later, they take their life away, long before we were meant to say our final farewell! I want to be their addiction. I want them to want my love and laughter, I want to be the best part of their day! And in return I would pledge to be all that I could be for them. Commitment, compatibly, mutual interests, comedy, forgiveness, respect, trust, and empathy, these are the ties that bind two hearts year after year!

I have promised myself I would wait till eternity ends before I will allow someone to hurt me again, and that promise remains unbroken! It remains unbroken because I just can’t take that chance to let someone in! Shyness will always be the toughest barrier to overcome….to let someone see my smile! “Baby steps” I call it, one small step at a time! Yet there are millions of men and women out in the world, who are skeptical, hesitant, and afraid to open the door to their heart, even just a crack.

They are safer, they whisper to stay alone. They fear that someone will want to change them, to take away what little they have. Communication and honesty must prevail if  someone… is to make the quantum leap from “ME” to “WE”! I believe that for every problem there is a solution….and often times it takes two to find that solution.

I wish all those who found that someone special continued happiness. I wish for those who want to love but are afraid, to go to your library and read books about relationships. Find out if there are singles support groups that could help ease some of your worries and concerns. If you are happy alone, then you know best, and I will never seek to change your mind. For those who are lonely, I wish you strength to look within yourself and see what you are willing to give to them, and what you, in return need from them to feel that they are the right person to take a chance on!”

Raymond.

© 2006 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)