Whispers on a wind

Voices come on winds across a sea

Like the soft twinkling bells,

Reassuring on stormy swells

As waters lap away tightened shores,

Harmony smoothes

The tormented soul.

Darkened skies of nights lament

Into the wilderness emotion spent

As eyes grow tired on empty shores

And music fills the chamber of soul.

I watch the skies wash away the light,

Like fading laundry beneath Summer’s heat

That rises onto a blank slate sheet,

Waiting to be carried away.

I think of souls lost in this world,

Feel each word that creeps deep beneath the skin,

And sweeping the dust away,

Clean all over again,

The work is done,

The night has come

And darkness descends into the mind

Ready to be rinsed in the dreams of night

Free of thought,

Emptied of substance

At peace on a feather down

Run aground like a wayward shell,

tossed about in sea foam spray and then

Drifting softly away,

What remains of the day, 

nothing lingering, 

Just a fading memory.

After a beautiful time spent today in the salty ocean water, relaxed, calm, happy and thankful for each one of you reading, each blessing I’ve been given, as the bells sing softly, I bid you peace, love and a heartfelt goodnight. Love to all, Kim

The magic banana

There is a tree that sits alone at the edge of the yard. It is quite tall and has large bright leaves that shade a soul on the hottest day. Once in awhile, this tree gives off magical bananas. Now these bananas aren’t edible, or at least I wouldn’t try it but what starts out as a strange banana shaped pod, growing here and there with no particular nor fashionable reason why, they just pop out where they want I suppose.

One day a long green unripe banana, then seemingly overnight the magic happens. The banana opens up and long firework looking tendrils pop out. I like to call them magic bananas because they only live a few days, turn brown and then fall to the earth. Their beauty is magical, just to look up and see the happy spectacle, a peeled banana bursting with joy, reaching its little red arms up to the sun. I think we’re all a little like that, remaining tucked away within until something causes us to open up and release our joy, basking in the moment of happy before drifting down to ground ourselves again. They make me smile…and wonder….and someday I shall find out their real name. If you know what this is, please let me know. The tree is about two stories high and I’m told, only a few years old. Interesting….very interesting Watson.


Already there 

There is a place in the memories bank

Where dreams are saved like spare change found

On broken days,

Where skies meet water meets land

And I close my eyes and drift away again

To a Monday morning daydream

As I lie in a peace filled bed

Rich like clouds

I’m falling in.

There is a place where bliss lives quietly

And the only sound is water

Washing softly against my toes

As I walk a mile untethered by the buoy of life

Navigating around the bend

To find endless beach again.

I’m already there as these words fall like the rays 

Of warm summer sun

Upon my thoughts scattered like treasure

Swept up and put away

Into the bank of life

To be respent again


I found this image on the Internet and it was almost as if I stared at it long enough, I was there in the magical looking place, so I thought I’d take you all along on my daydream. Welcome, enjoy the water, it’s beautiful.


I often think it isnt the minutia of things that matter. Just the imagination and the memories of what has transpired in life, the people who have given your life meaning, the souls who take you away, wish you back into time to remind you of where it is that you came from, moments that remind you of when you felt whole or alive. The smiles in aging photographs that serve to remind you that you are here now and no wishes, no wants can take you back to that singular place in time when perhaps as a child you felt whole, loved, wanted.

I don’t always write about my family. Very rarely in fact, but while searching for a proper picture to accompany my thoughts, I happened upon this one. Now granted, I copped it off of my cousins Facebook page, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. The man on the left was my Mothers older brother. She had another younger one but this is about this photo, a snapshot in time that I feel so blessed to share. I’ve had so many fond memories, and even though he lived an hour away, so many new and happy experiences in my life happened because of him. He was named after my grandfather…a man who to this day I miss with sincere and honest tears. My Moms side of the family was not large. We aren’t Catholic, which to me seems the genesis of huge and populous families, they were what they were, small, compact and that was that….

What I see when I look at that picture is a snapshot in time. Two people happy and blissful and together. To me that’s what important. The happy days spent as a family, living in that space in time, a  moment that will never come again. It’s Those moments that I speak of here.

We stopped by the neighbors house tonight, we don’t know him well, and only one family member spoke English, we fumbled through, trying to learn new words, but in the end, when the host awoke from his nap he was overjoyed. We made his day just by stopping by. It was his 76th birthday and he sat with us for an hour, insisting we stay, have a beer with him and just chat. I think if someone took a picture of us, they would have seen smiles like the ones you see in the photograph. There’s a song that comes to mind, photographs and memories….even if you don’t know the song, I think the title itself says enough. Embrace and love those minutes my friends, they’re far and few between.  I don’t think you even need the reminder. I read you, I’m there so often with you…let go of the little things and just simply embrace moments like these…for when they’re gone, reminiscing just isn’t as good a replacement as the real deal.

This is my Uncle Chuck, he died on an April day too many years ago…and my Cousin Tom, his son…they smile the same, and I am happy for that gift from one to another….peace, blessings, and as always, appreciate, love and embrace the good days…..

Be happy, be loving, and above all, be together. Peace and love and a blessed Memorial Day to those who have family who are no longer here except in memory. Kim

A bit of Sunday humor

So….why did the turtle cross the road? The answer that first came to my mind is because he isn’t chicken..but I knew that couldn’t be it. So as I was backing up my car to go fetch the latest thrift store find (a wicker shelf thingy to hold the what used to be our surround sound, that was obsolete at 8 years of old age and isn’t compatable with the new smarter than us TV so now has become our outdoor lanai stereo system) and I look across to see this turtle hightailing it across the parking lot. Now keep in mind, this image is not the same turtle, although that would have been so very cool to see too, because of course anytime something fun and exciting happens, I realize I should have brought the stupid camera, but didn’t. So here goes speedy the turtle heading from the highway, which I should tell you is 45 miles an hour and six lanes….somehow he made it across, not chicken at all, but where was he heading? There are no water bodies on that side that I know of and then it dawned on me. It’s national donut week, so…..he must have been on a quest to rally up a dozen to take back to the swamp to impress his friends. Yummies Donuts and BBQ, yes, two yummy things all in one stop shopping….smart little turtle….and ambitious too. I wonder how he’s gonna cross back over and not get mugged. I could go for a donut….here turtle, turtle…..

I’ll follow the sun

Shining on fresh walls of Soleil hue
pretty sun follows wherever I move,
glistening color filling the soul
sand crusted rays to make my day.

I’ll follow the day to where it leads
European shops of shabby chic
and thrift store off in search of finds
another moment of life lazily drifts by.

Clouds banked high upon skies of blue
blocking the harsh light from seeping through,
till Sister sun finally makes her way
I watch behind the shades of darkest grey.

This is our newest edition to our lanai wall. Santa Fe sun is what the tag read, and having adored that artistic little town, and after searching for just the right piece, there it stood above our heads as if beseeching us to take it home. Home it is.

Where’s the boat?

The things you see. This is in the waterway where boats go through to get out to the jetty. A picnic table in the middle in shallow water…Dude is fishing off of of it and I wonder how they are going to eat their sandwiches out on the sandbar. Perhaps they took a wrong turn for Sea World and are waiting for Shamu to jump out of the water by their ring side seats? (Their beer cooler was back on shore…guess they can use that floaty device to go fetch some as needed) so yeah, the things we see down here never cease to amaze me. (Don’t ask about the pistol on our walk this am…sitting on top of a garbage can….just keep walking and don’t look back ma’am….) Yep, all sorts of interesting things to do and see. I suppose it’s a fun way to have a picnic…Memorial Day weekend….I guess it just might be safer and easier to stay home and bask by the pool.

All aboard (another trip on Jadis)

Just another beautiful day down here in the sunshine state. After being woken at 4:45 by a cat fight on our lanai, figured sleep was shot for now so grabbed a cup of coffee, strapped on the old Nike’s and hubby and I grabbed the sleep deprived hounds for a half hour walk that turned into 47 minutes. A quick bite for breakfast (a cheese stick) and strapped the kayaks on the truck and away we went.

Todays float took place at The North Jetty. The water here is beautiful and greenish and you can see everything below you. A million little bait? fish were swarming around my kayak and I saw two fish that had to be about a foot long each. Now the water here is pretty calm so it made from some good viewing. Osprey’s everywhere dipping their feathers in the water which made it look like something was bubbling up from below….they were pretty far away but stirred the water up enough so that you felt like you were sitting right next to them. We saw a fisherman on a boat with a Cockatoo?…(the big white bird from Baretta-oh my, I think I am dating myself now…but yeah, the cop show) and this bird was babbling away something fierce and the fisherman was talking back to him. I think it swore a few times too, sounded like the bird talked with a strange accent. I didn’t take a pic of that as I didn’t think it would be too polite. But I did see these beauties, and for the pelican, almost smashed into the wooden projectile he was standing on trying to get a good shot.100_1616.jpgI thought I was going to be attacked by a nest of Ospreys…apparently they don’t like you to get too close and I was in a current and couldn’t paddle and take pics at the same time, but they stayed put, I stayed happy and all was right in the world of angry birds.100_1614.jpgSo we floated around a bit, decided to go into the jetty area that leads out to the ocean but the current here was so strong, and with so many boats out, didn’t want to die on our second voyage so kept to the safe areas…mangroves and such….100_1620.jpg




So for an hour we spent the morning out basking in the glorious sun, bird watching like a bunch of tourists. I did notice that when I was done, I licked my lips and they tasted like salt….I figure it’s was my morning margarita without the juice and alcohol…..sweet indeed. Came home and jumped in the pool to “de salt” ourselves….funny, at the old homestead we had to go to the car wash to get the winter salt off of the car, now we get the salt off of ourselves…with no snow involved. The house is now officially painted. Hubby did most of it and I just finished up the middle stripe that wraps around and look, it’s almost lunch time. Where did the day go already? Who needs angry birds the movie, when we can live it floating serenely by?

Passion for life

The sun has slipped below the horizon and I sit here listening to music, Something from George, I think it was, and I should know that…I should, and normally I’d be a bit upset about the not knowing….but Something tells me that all that matters is that after all of these years, I still listen to it with such a love, the passion that inspired it…now that is what its really all about. 

Lately I’ve been taking many trips down memory lane of song, of sound, and even in silence I grasp the minutiae of yesterday. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes, not so much. Just a bittersweet feeling of where I’ve been, who I’ve been, and who I’ve yet to become. I believe mostly in the becoming….as time creates change, hope inspires, and we are left at the end of the day saying…I did what I could…I can rest content…and I call it a day. No regrets, no coulda, no shoulda, and no woulda. It is what it is. I’m not who I was five, ten or even fifteen years ago….a note, this photo was from almost ten years ago. Scary days, hopeful days…and I’m still here, older, wiser, and some days having fun too, which I think is the ultimate goal. If you can’t laugh, if you can’t smile and be playful, what’s the point? 

And so I listen, and I listen some more….good old Frank….when I was 21…it was a very good year….but for me it wasn’t…but that was then, this is now, and now and tomorrow are all that matters…you can’t change yesterday, can’t erase a minute or an hour ago…but it’s back there….the now is all. I guess the thought is always be brave, get out there and sing, dance, laugh, no one cares….but it’s what makes the end of the day that much more special.

 Hubby swiped our window frog today with paint accidentally, then asked me if I wanted to see….I’m not crawling through the garden in sandals but it made me inwardly smile….he looks like the house now, camouflaged in Soleil colored paint…..he was almost white to begin with, but now we have a fashionable frog….who can’t smile at that…it’s the little things that add up in the end. 

He may not be the actual frog that got striped, but he’s related…gummy feet to suction…and he lives there with two lady? Friends…..yeah, cause that’s how he rolls…now a fashionista of Florida. Be positive, don’t look back, and don’t let the Soleil catch you cryin’.

Peace, love and sweet dreams my friends, got some nice sun fresh dried sheets calling my name….although they do have some dog prints on them since this afternoon…I had to take that nap you know….and if Mommy naps, the pups nap too…..getting older, getting better and still smiling.


Creature comforts

A beautiful day for a walk, the sun barely visible above the horizon and a cool breeze, almost chilly compared to what the day will have in store. The dogs seem to like these days, cool and comfortable, prancing and pulling at the leashes as if we were running the Iditarod instead of our normal morning walk. A few houses down, in a ditch that is often littered with Huge pine cones (some of which have been collected for future Christmas decor) the dogs pull harder on their leashes, noses to the ground and of course I search for snakes….I hear they like ditches and therefor I don’t like ditches. Apple in the lead with Chi in hot pursuit of what may be there, up jumps this mini knight with four legs. It’s shell beautiful and quite decorative and shiny and almost silver in color. I’m not sure who was more afraid but we all jump, the dogs careening backwards and I think they said what the “f” too if I heard right. Well this little beastie jumps across the ditch and begins running for the woods a short clip away, the dogs giving another tug to pursue but we hold course, continuing on our way. I looked as we passed the woods and this little thing just stood there staring at us like “haha, you can’t see me.” I hate to tell the little creature, but he or she didn’t exactly blend in as it sat there next the the empty Miller Lite can, perhaps he thought he was related to it and of course, there’s safety in numbers. The things you see…..hmmmm…..my first live armadillo. That’s enough….it can stay down the street….and out of our yard please and thank you.