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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)
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“I’m so tired of cranky, crabby people. If you’re not farting fairy dust and moonbeams with a side of pooping rainbows please stay clear of me”
Fed the yard birds and while putting out the garbage came across a tiny land crab, he was so cute rearing up each time I got close. His warrior mode, his pincers looked foreboding.
I have noticed the heat wave here in the Keys has brought out the crabbiness in a lot of folks. Myself included. I dare venture outside for fear of fainting from the overwhelming feelings of being stifled.
I found a centipede in my bathtub. After I let him walk all over my arm, I took him outside and let him free. Close to the door so no one would walk on him.
I have a hard time swatting a fly, I think they might be messengers 🙂
Mini Lobster season falls on July 29 th and 30 th.
The regular 8 month lobster season is always August 6 through March 31.
The Island is already filled. Gotta get those “BUGS”
I miss country roads. Growing up-country was and is still the best times of my life. The smell of honey suckle, climbing trees, making snow forts, sled riding by moonlight. Not into games, time-consuming reality TV. I think it’s called old school .
To me it was where I learned that it isn’t what you have in life, how many toys, nice clothes, fancy cars, latest technical gadgets.
It’s about the Love my family and friends showed and shared with me.
In the Art of Bushido a true “warrior” is asked to find Gratitude when a weakness is exposed, as it gives them an Opportunity to reinforce their armor, if you will. A toxic relationship is where we find the same kind of opportunity for Gratitude and Growth. But we must remove our own energy from the energy of the poisonous interaction, and change it, in order to release the ties that bind.
via The Ties That Bind – Releasing Toxic Relationships : In5D Esoteric, Metaphysical, and Spiritual Database.
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