Soon…

Soon the sun will rise above those trees at the top of the hollow, sending bright life giving light down to dry the dew in the meadow along the creek.

Soon the sunlight will pass through these trees around the meadow turning into angel’s fingers dancing across the flowers, touching every dew drenched petal and leaf and transforming a common green field into a magic carpet of sparkling rhinestones.

Everywhere hang garlands seemingly tossed casually like discarded diamond necklaces draped between the stems of the taller plants.

You can see this, and feel this too, if you know where to stand and look.

I can show you, but only if you come here early in the morning to the place I call Happy Hollow.

My Resurrection

An Easter Awakening

I have been going through some rough times, being attacked personally by someone I once thought a friend, now perceiving me as an enemy, attacking me and defaming me among others, both friends and strangers alike, for reasons unfathomable to me.

I have fought anxiety attacks, depression and as a result, for the first time in a life filled with recurring episodes of despair, even faced down thoughts of a final escape from what is only a temporary problem…I held the full bottle of pills in my hand…wondered if it would be enough…and then set it down again. Closest I ever came to considering taking that final step to find peace. Continue reading

Homeward Bound

As I sat on my deck enjoying the rare sunshine and 65° warmth this afternoon, sipping my post nap coffee, gazing at the heavens, floating up there among the clouds, I heard a familiar sound in the distance. As always, my heart rose up there with them as they flew above me, honking with pure joy and what I perceived as exhilaration to just be flying, traveling, moving on. Continue reading

He Ain’t Heavy

My brother David Frantz will be 64 on Friday, February 16, 2018. I made this as a birthday gift for him from my pics of his first and last surf sessions in Nova Scotia below my house there in November 2016. The photos are pretty terrible as it was raining in the first session and sleeting in the last, wind blowing about 35mph offshore. In the surfing world going out on a day like that is called in our tribal lingo ‘core,’ short for ‘hardcore.’ It is one of the highest honors to achieve being known as ‘core.’ i.e. That dude is so core! My brother is core. Continue reading

Buenos Dias Jose

Most people are concerned about hurricanes. A hurricane watch or warning is typically cause for alarm, justifiably. They can, and often do, cause incredible devastation. It is a idea good to develop the habits of being prepared and having emergency supplies and plans in place. All coastal dwellers also learn to follow the weather reports and storm tracks closely. Very closely. And to be ready to act appropriately for whatever turns up. Continue reading

Astaak at Abbecombec

Today’s vocabulary words:

Awakening – coming into existence or awareness.
Requiescence – a state of rest or repose; peace, quiet.

Astaak is the native name for the point on which I built my home. It means “the sun comes out.” It overlooks Abbecombec, which is the native word for a wide curving bay and also the name of the village below my home along whose beaches I stroll almost daily. Continue reading

Atmosphere

I’ve never studied yoga or meditation, but I believe I read somewhere that in order to achieve inner peace one must create the right atmosphere. I think perhaps I’ve managed to do that by finding my special Aerie on Astaak and spending a lot of time walking along the beaches and marshes below. Continue reading