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.

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Phoenix Awakened


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It’s a beautiful day in the Keys

Almost May

I’m not wasting my brain
Thinking about You

Mundane Things

Phone numbers changed

It’s taken me some time
To delete you from my mind

There’s No Recycle on my horizon
No more forgiveness in my heart for you

The Drama in my journey is over

The Phoenix Awakened

© Cynthia Martz 2013

https://myspace.com/gypsy/music/song/the-phoenix-26863546-26664731

Listen to the PHOENIX song

Dance like nobody’s watching;
Love like you’ve never been hurt.
Sing like nobody’s listening
Live like it’s heaven on earth.

         ~Mark Twain~

The Drowning


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The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding

I prayed for time

I jumped into the fray

Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection

I sensed her

Reaching

I held her

She panicked and flung herself from my grasp

I felt her

Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest

© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13

Manufactured Melancholy


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Persons may think I am bored, not boring mind you…I am far from it.
I have my amazing thoughts, memories and creativeness whirling in my brain

I have had the fever and furious lovemaking, the lies, the betrayal, complicated maze

Nights of undeniable bliss

I have witnessed many a azure sky with winking stars and mysterious neighboring mists

In too many cities wandering and erratic in-between the twilight shadows

My journals speak of days and nights
sometimes blended as one
Kaleidoscopic pictures of the Maze in fragmentary facts

Raised on religious rhetoric
Isolated and Detached
Waiting for a END that never came
Disillusioned youth, fractured family

I have no interest in babbling gossip
He said, she said, they said, who cares
But seriously speaking, what is the use of it?

Ex friends that remind me of sandpaper
with there critical judgment, vigorous invective

They rub the wrong way
No time for the maddening monotony

© Cynthia Martz

by Cynthia Martz
9/30/2011

Tin Roof


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This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.

I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magickal with the rain falling on it.

I designed this today.

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Poetry From my WordPress

Thoughts in Reverse


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I have several old acquaintances that had blogs that I still go back and ponder over. No new posts since 2010. Perhaps they moved on or no longer occupy this space and time here in Key West.

Mad Jack

He lived on Love Lane in this house.

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A lady lived there off and on that burned sage and played a flute. Lots of cats, roosters and baby chicks.

What an entertaining controversial old man.

So, reading through their posts I thought what a unique way to blog.

Here is my go at it.

Another beautiful day in the land of the palms.

The sun is high and hot, the AC hums constant

My bike sits in the corner with a tire that is need of air

A ride in the evening coolness invites me

Quests last night had my mind whirling

Random thoughts on barriers and overcoming obstacles along life’s highway and byways

Unending innuendo’s of coming elections and mayhem

Corrupt little minds

While innocents sit and wait

Waterfalls and mellow music

Cats napping, birds perching and elusive dreams gone with the morning sun

Long distant calls from relatives rarely seen

Keeping the connections alive somehow

Road construction causing turmoil and confusion

Hurricane Season

More and more businesses closing

Rents too high and pay to low

Farmers can’t feed their livestock

Selling out

Where’s the Beef, will take on an entirely new meaning

Light a Fatty, pop a Stella Artois

Ramble on in my hammock

Watching the clouds roll by on an endless day

Love_Lane

Lavender On my Mind


I feel Purple today, Not yellow, pink or blue.

I used to go by Lady Blue, my daughter goes by purpletwilight.

Lavender speaks to me…fields of flowers, the essence of it.

Copyright ©2012~ Cynthia Martz
Copyright ©2012~ Cynthia Martz

Come with me,
Let’s run through fields of lavender
The tree awaits us, a splendid picnic is laid before us…
Ahh,the gray squirrel scampers up the tree, an acorn carried in his jowls…
He knows winter is coming
The lavender will fade until spring
But it is now and we are one with the universe
Relinquish~
Enjoy the beauty that surrounds us,whatever season it may be in our lives
I miss seasons,
They say here in Key West you can see Spring if you look close enough
My soul longs for winter and snow-covered land
Ice cycles frozen as if they may never thaw
But alas,the thaw warms our hearts
And the lavender blooms once again
The picnic of life awaits

Copyright ©2012~ Cynthia Martz