What am I?

above the clouds

 

I spread my wings to catch the updraft. Soaring higher at this vantage point I spy fish who seem to be waiting for me to pluck them from their watery world. I swoop lower now and with one smooth pass that tasty prize is mine. Throwing my head back I swallow.

This happy day brings a bounty of surprises.

What is it like to be me?

I feel the wind on my face as I float to my next stop. You probably feel a little jealous, don’t you? You wish you could fly; fly with the help of your wings and go up as high as the mountain on your horizon.

Like I do.

Never give up. It can all be yours if you practice the right moves. Open up. Feel the power of the cool breeze as it lifts you. The aerodynamics might seem tricky at first, but if I can do it, so can you.

I’m never lonely flying above the earth looking down at all the commotion that I cannot hear. It’s a little chilly up here sometimes, but that’s what feathers are for. I have a nice down coat to keep me warm as I fly higher, gliding on the ethers going above the clouds.  Free. Alone. Thinking only of my heartbeat and the sound of my breath.

I make my way to wherever I want to go.

Once more I spread my wings to catch the draft of air that helps me reach the highest tree on the mountain top. From my perch the view is long and wide.

In this life of my design there are no limits.

Oh, but I feel your skepticism because you believe in limits. You are proud to be a realist. For you, things are the way they are.

Not for me though. For you see I am a modern day Don Quixote.

I am a dreamer.

And nothing gets in the way of a dreamer. Because for a dreamer there are no limits. Ever.

 

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Dirt Roads

 

 

010Riding in my VW Van down the dirt road, I’m singing that old Elvis Presley tune, “I’m all Shook Up.” That’s because dirt roads are anything but smooth. Everywhere we go here in the Baja, except for the highways and a few select roads here and there, we’re bouncing around getting all shook up.

 

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Taxes in other countries are in sufficient amounts that the roads get paved. Nice. Smooth. Dreamy roads. But where we live, the roads have ruts and dips and holes and copious amounts of bumps and rocks.

 

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You get used to it. Sort of. Some days you don’t think about it and other days it drives you crazy.  Not that I need much help to be crazy. But that’s another issue.

 

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Taxes also pay for libraries, police, fire fighters, parks, etc. Consequently the services here are minimal.

 

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There are several reasons to think of our home in the Baja as paradise, but don’t be fooled. There are drawbacks. More than just dirt roads too, and I don’t usually write about them. I’m not going to go on and on about them now either. Maybe some other day.

 

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Instead, I’ll just sing. These are my four words for today: “I’m all shook up!”

 

Oh wait. One thing: when #^*!! people drive 100 miles an hour on the dirt road in front of my house, the dirt comes in through my open doors and windows leaving a nice thick layer of dirt over everything. Oh, how I hate that.

What are they thinking? This is the Baja 1000?

 

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Dirt road in front of my house.

 

After I sweep for the 3rd time today, I’ll get back to my zen.

Happy singing again: I’m all shook up!

 

 

Rocking my World

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Rhythmical flow,

movement of rolled stone,

rocking my world.

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Waves crashing,

ocean gifts of stones and shells

rocking my world.

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Peaceful waves

 pounding, resounding,

rocking my world.

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Searching shoreline,

plucking treasures from warm sand,

rocking my world.

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Reconnecting stones,

nature’s pattern reinvented,

rocking my world.

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Susie’s Rock Mosaic January 2016

Susie’s Wave Mosaic January 2013

 

Jump Up and Down

Recently a dear friend of mine passed on a book to me entitled, Four Word Self Help, Simple Wisdom for Complex Lives. Don’t get me wrong. My life isn’t all that complex anymore, but this is a sweet book. I have chosen the four words: JUMP UP AND DOWN as my four words today.

Life has provided many opportunities for jumping up and down. I was a cheerleader in high school and did a fair amount of it. Don’t laugh. It was the only “sport” that girls were allowed back in my day. Title IX came long after I graduated from high school. Congratulations to all the girls and women who have been entitled to play sports since then. I’m jumping up and down for you.

It’s funny, but even as a 69 year old woman, I still jump for joy often. I’ve never stopped doing it and I highly recommend it to you. Let go! Show your happiness.

Here’s a photo of my 48 year old son and his 36 year old wife when they went on the whale shark trip in November last year with us. I didn’t ask them to jump up and down. They just did it.

 

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Happiness is catching.

Makes you want to jump up and down, doesn’t it?

 

 

 

I AM

I AM

 

A friend of mine posted “I AM” on Facebook today.

It got me to thinking about what I am, but more importantly,

what I want to be.

How we see ourselves is important, no doubt. I’m no philosopher. Not even close. So I’m not going to get all philosophical on you. I do believe that we can create ourselves. We have options. I do love options.

What am I? Just like you, I am many things. Just like you, I may not always like the “me”I am in a given moment.

Two days ago I was angry with a capital A. Pissed off is more like it. Hurt. Confused. Disillusioned. I don’t want those things to define me.

So what does define me? Right now I think I would like to see myself as transforming, vivacious and strong.

I think I’ll choose those three things for my mantra today.

I am transforming, vivacious and strong.

Who knows what I’ll choose tomorrow.

The key is to choose wisely.

You have to catch the ball before you can throw it.

This can be a metaphor for life, even though it pertains to baseball. Don’t put the cart before the horse, don’t count your chickens…blah, blah, blah.

Timing is everything and while I’ve known this for a long while, today I was given a smack upside my head as a nice little reminder.

The story: We sold our beautiful VW van to a friend. She said she wanted it. We trusted that she did. On her word we felt it was a done deal and we considered it sold. She drove it, we showed her everything about how to care for it, gave her our bazillion extra parts, and she was excited. She went home with the plan to get us our down payment by tomorrow (Tuesday) and we would keep the car till it was paid for.

At this point, I deleted the ads I’d run and told two other prospective buyers that it was sold. A gentleman in Seattle had offered to buy the van for its full asking price, as well as give us $1,000 more if we delivered it to San Diego, but yesterday I told him we had it sold. So sorry, I told him.

We bought another vehicle for $10,000 with the idea that we had sold the van. We’re all set now, right?

Apparently not. Our friend, who will remain nameless, just called and said she changed her mind. “It’s just not a good idea for me right now,” she tells me.

“What? What?” I exclaim. “I already told the other people it was sold.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I couldn’t sleep last night and I don’t think this is a good idea for me right now.”

You have to catch the ball before you can throw the ball. Don’t put the cart before the horse and don’t count your chickens until they hatch.

Don’t buy a new car until you have the money for the one you sold.

And don’t trust ANYBODY.

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I don’t want to be bitter. So I’ll work at getting over it. In the meantime, I have learned:

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Poetry of Love

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When I come to you

with tears that fall and

splatter to the ground,

you hold me close

and declare to my sorrow

“Devotion is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with worries that break

the spell of our love,

you whisper love’s remedies

and declare to my concerned heart

“Imagination is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with panic that resounds

in your world miles away,

you calm my fears

and declare to my faraway heart

“Stillness is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with hopes and dreams of us

together for eternity,

you hold me close revealing

intimate secrets of assurance

 

“My love is your armor.”

 


 

II.

The poetry of your love

its sonorous effects

tied with a string or

set free on the windowsill

 

Like any moment in a dream

provoking questions of love or

transferring definitions to seek

alignment as a signal to my heart

 

Your intimate approach

a shape emerging gently

as a stroke of your fingers

touching the skin of my skin

 

The density of expression

its lyric energy singing

a rhetorical rhythm

revealed to mine ears alone

 

Neither kindness of a compliment

or heat of sexual pleasure

supply the magic ointment

as does the poetry of your love

Photo Journey of Sunrises and Sunsets in Baja California Sur

Each morning and each evening we are given the gifts of sunrise and sunset,

but they are especially full of nature’s song when you live by the ocean.

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I greet each day with soft eyes, sometimes placing my hand on my heart. Sunrises will do that to me.

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With each new day, we are offered a cessation of anxiety–if we take in the show.

Here is an offered gift from Nature telling us to be calm.

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Moon set, early morning.

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Sunrise means a pink sky and a pink ocean. How can you not be happy?

Jan. sunrise

Lovely view from the beach to the mountains through the palms.

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On the East Cape, Baja Sur, the sun rises over the ocean.

It’s hard to wrap my mind around that fact, as I’m originally from Southern California where the sun rises over the mountains.

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But, it does indeed rise over the ocean on the East Cape.

It’s a glorious, full show of color with the morning birds looking for breakfast.

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When the day leaves us,

I experience an overwhelming joy

that almost makes my heart ache as

I watch the sun fall into the ocean.

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And then there’s the green flash.

We see it all the time from our deck. We see it more as a green glow, but the photos below were caught with our GoPro.

It does, indeed, appear as a flash in these shots.

We had it set to shoot every five seconds.

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These are from different days. A green flash? Believe.

 

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Things I learned about the green flash:

  • REFRACTION: the bending of rays of light in passing from one medium to another (e.g., air to water)
  • Green flashes are by-products of the large varieties in astronomical refraction near the horizon.
  • Green flashes occur because the atmosphere can cause the light from the sun to separate out into different colors.

 

 

 

In my Baja world,

join me as

I take a deep breath

and

savor the moments of sunrise and sunset.

 

 

Spark of Creativity

I have some questions about creativity.

  1. Where does creativity come from?
  2. Does it start at your toes and go straight all the way to your head and then down to your limbs?
  3. What triggers creativity?
  4. Doesn’t everybody have it?
  5. Why do some claim they don’t have it?

Currently I seem to be antsy. You know, where you can’t sit still without wanting to engage your hands and your mind? Some may wish to engage their feet too…dancing is creative. You use your whole body for that.

It is my belief that my Baja desert-ocean-mountain surroundings trigger some of my own wish to be creative.

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So, that might be one answer for that question, right? One’s surroundings inspire creativity. Do you find that to be true for you too?

I have no skill for drawing. I have to look at something and work really hard to make a drawing turn out the way I want. My middle son just sees it in his brain and out it comes from his hand. He’s an artist. He even makes a living at it. People ask where he “got it” and I have to say it certainly wasn’t from me. It was a gift from The Creator.

My first born son plays guitar. He excels at it. It is something he loves and has worked hard at. He uses his gift for music and finds fulfillment that way.

The youngest son is a runner and loves all things outdoors. He finds himself drawn to learning too and is getting his doctor of physical therapy. When he finished in April he’ll find a new way to demonstrate his gifts.

All of us have been given gifts and those are the things we are naturally drawn to doing. I feel sad for those who say they have no gifts. I just don’t believe that for a minute.

I want to find my creativity in any way I can, and not worry that it’s not up to some standard of excellence. It’s just a way of experiencing life in a fun way. Life should not be all work. If I want to dance in the living room with the music blasting, or sing at the top of my lungs, I can do that. As long as the neighbor’s aren’t bothered. On second thought, forget the neighbors. Let them sing and dance too loud and long too. As a matter of fact, my neighbors have been known to do this. It’s all good.

Let’s all paint, and walk, and write, and climb, and run, and surf, and swim, and sing, and dance…let’s all create something fun for ourselves. It’s healthy. Pay attention to what’s around you. I’m sure you can find your muse.

 

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I’m playing with watercolor. Is it art? Hell no. Is it fun? Hell yes!

Cabo Pulmo

“On June 6, 1995 the President of Mexico, Mr. Ernesto Zedillo Ponce de León  declared the waters of Cabo Pulmo as a National Marine Park.”

“In a study by Octavio Aburto, a scientist at the Scripps Institute in San Diego, the biomass of sea life has increased over 460%,  [since making it a reserve] making the Cabo Pulmo National Park the most recovered marine reserve in the world.”

from Oceanhealthindex.org

 

Cabo Pulmo

play hard

smile big

laugh loud

but don’t take the rocks

(it’s a marine reserve…Cabo Pulmo in Baja California Sur)

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bring the dog

a couple of sandwiches

some oranges and a soda or two

but don’t go taking the shells or the coral or the rocks home with you

from Cabo Pulmo, a marine reserve in Baja California Sur

Check it out:

http://news.discovery.com/earth/oceans/most-successful-marine-reserve-cabo-pulmo-110812.htm

http://voices.nationalgeographic.com/2012/06/09/cabo-pulmo-national-marine-park-bajas-miracle-threatened/

http://www.cabopulmo.com/

 

 

Musings about Raising and Teaching Kids

Did your parents tell you about The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus? Did they serve up these characters for you as if they were real? Imagine what it’s like to be a child and find out these are all lies. Maybe we think are doing children a favor creating a make-believe world. But sooner or later they will learn of the deception.

I think, but am not quite sure, that I gave my kids (three sons) these as stories…fiction, but fun. Growing up is hard enough without having to figure out when something is real and when it isn’t. Life is tricky.

Are we always there for our kids? I’d like to think so, but the truth is we are human beings and we make mistakes and fall short sometimes. I know I have. In my heart of hearts I always wanted to be the best mom in the world, full of energy, knowledge, patience, kindness and able to care for my kids even when I was exhausted from work and suffering from the trials life handed me.

My boys are grown men now and my hope is they appreciate what kind of a mother I was/am. The things I learned along the way are valuable to me. I not only learned about how-to-parent (sometimes successfully); I learned a lot about myself, my belief system, my shortcomings, and what I was ultimately capable of.

As a mother and a teacher I learned a lot about the stages that kids go through. I remember taking a developmental psychology class before I became a teacher, but AFTER I had mostly finished the mothering of my young children. All I could think of was, “Why wasn’t I taught these things before I became a parent?” It would have been a lot easier and maybe I could have avoided a lot of heartache for them and for me. Being a parent may be a joy, but parenting can be painful and difficult.

You have to take a driver’s test before you can drive. Most people get a lot of education before beginning their professional careers, be it as a mechanic, engineer, plumber, attorney, whatever. But you don’t have any formal training for the toughest job you’ll ever have. Why is this? It doesn’t make any sense to me.

As for those teen-age years, one thing I know is that teen-agers are still children in their hearts. I believe that they want to be seen as grown up, but they also miss their childhood when they could be carefree—when they did not have a lot of responsibility and they didn’t know about the sometimes evil ways of the world.

When I taught high school I worked with 150 students a day. Teen-agers, every one of them. And I loved (almost) every single minute being with them. They wanted to be respected. They wanted to learn. Maybe they didn’t like the subject I taught (English), and they didn’t come to me with a burning desire to read all those books I required them to read. (I would be kidding myself if I didn’t admit some of them did not read those books.)

But we grew together and learned to love each other and at least some of what I presented in my English class. I cherish my memories of their excellent senses of humor and their abilities to let some things roll off their backs. They survived in the crazy world of high school. Well done, students!

Many people think teen-agers are all about caring only about external appearances, experimenting with sex, drugs and alcohol, and pulling away from authority. Sure it is a time when they are focused on their looks, their peer groups, and they may experiment and make some bad decisions. Who as an adolescent can say they didn’t? Adolescence is a time of disorientation as well as discovery. These young people are working to claim an identity that fits their ideal at a time when they don’t have a lot of personal experience in what adults term “the real world.”

Most of my students, at least 90% of them, were polite to me, showed respect to each other in my presence, loved to banter with me and were quick to laugh at themselves (and me). We managed to navigate some pretty difficult times together—the AIDS epidemic, 9/11, school shootings, and earthquakes, among other tough challenges. If they were willing, and many of them were, a lot of learning happened in the subject I taught (or was trying to teach). Teen-agers are not to be feared. They need boundaries for sure, but they need safe ways to push those boundaries as well.

My musings about dealing with kids wouldn’t be complete without three more tidbits:

  1. Don’t be afraid to tell children the truth. They’ll appreciate you for it.
  2. And don’t be afraid to keep them accountable.
  3. Strive to keep yourself accountable too, so you don’t become one of those “Do as I say, not as I do” adults.

 

My first year teaching–6th grade!

6th graders

 

Me with some of my high school girls.

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my dear, my friend, my love, my heart

my dear my friend my love my heartlove hearts

 

do not waste your mornings

frying bacon for me

let us climb in our boots pull on our hats

we will run up the hill behind the house

 

360⁰ visions of painted silken skies

wind ices deep into our bones

tossing salty shivers of rewards

…our wide eyes delight in more than mountains

 

let us hold the joy we share for escapades

and dreams long enough to spill onto

the dirt road behind the corner store

that begs for us and waits to be explored

 

might as well pinch the cheeks of babies too

no innuendo no hidden thought propped

up to stand in the middle of the room

with wild abandon let’s grab our coats

 

and wind our way to the main street

store where they sell everything from

pick-up sticks to Levis and lace where we

also drink herbal tea with noisy slurping sounds

 

we do not waste our days on the insignificant

my dear my friend  my love my heart

instead we ride on carousel camels laughing

so much and loud it pains our ears

 

when permission to sing is granted

the lyrics long on soul and sadness

they touch for us what went before the

promises for tomorrow’s steadiness

 

do not waste your evenings

frying chicken for me my love

let us stuff logs into the stove instead

…and kiss the night away