Monday, September 7, 2015

Sensing Beauty



On my morning walks I have walked by the Captain for three weeks now. He was always pleasant, with a nod. Never speaking...never really giving me a smile. He has a pensive nature, but always busy about his task of fishing, and always peering to the sea. On this particular morning, the Captain seemed different. I greeted him in my usual manner, "A good morning to you Captain." He looked up from his chair and said, "Have you ever seen this many mullet running?" I told him he would have to show me, that I did not notice. He quipped, "hell son, you are missing the meaning of the ocean."

He showed me how to watch the Pelicans and their interest of the sea. How high do the ospreys circle and with what purpose do they seek. Notice the slight silver glimmering of the mullet just beyond the first wave. "Did you just see the Angel fish chasing their pray." He would say. "Watch the tips of my rods, as they bow to the waves?" The step into his space was a magic walk into his beautiful world of the sea.

He pulled out his iPhone and showed me his catch of yesterday. A large Bull Nosed Shark and a Tarpon that weighted as much as he. He talked of their courage to the fight and their desire to never abandon their depths and see the light and his honor for their plight.

He told me great tales of his adventures of years past and just to test his knowledge of ocean lore, I asked, "Did you ever see Annabelle Lee?" Not at all to my surprise, he smiled and said, "I saw her once and she was a sight to see. I was on midnight watch of a following wind. I heard the rustling of my sails and there in the rigging appears Annabelle Lee. She paused with the moon casting the shadow of her beauty, and said "follow me." In a flash she was off into the dark, never looking back but begging with a plea, "follow me."

To sense the beauty of another another human is a special gift if only we would see. It took me three weeks, but what beauty he beholds as his peers to the oceans and always looking for his particular Annabella Lee.

I bid farewell to a new friend and leave him to his task of being alone. What joy he brought to me, there down by the sea. What a delight that I could finally sense his beauty.

His name is Captain Ron...
Doc 9/7/15

Our Children


Thursday, September 3, 2015

Stopped To Ponder

    


                               
All that you are attached to, all that you love,
all that you know, someday will be gone.

Knowing this, and that the world is your mind
which you create, play in, and suffer from,
is known as discrimination.

Discriminate between the Real and the Unreal,
the known is unreal and will come and go.
So stay with the Unknown, the Unchanging, the Truth. Papago

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

St Ann Street Friendship



From time to time, I meet a dear friend of mine at this small bar on St. Ann's. It is one of those particular places that you have to make an effort to find but once you enter you know it will always remain a mile post in your life. In many ways she becomes an ole friend because you know you will have many conversations in her protection that has little value but for the conversation itself.

On this day I go to meet my old friend once again. About 40 years I believe that friendship has lasted...don't see much of one another for long periods. We are not separated by design, we are separated by the search of our own adventure. Our adventures are totally different but in many ways the same. Never knowing what we will find or experience but expecting nothing but the observations we share along the way.

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and yes adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes. I have a well placed Sexton in my study and any time I feel lost it reminds me that life is the great adventure. Life experiences with the risk is what defines the character. Life has become my friend. At times I become disconnected from her lessons, but when we meet again and embrace, our conversation will pick up at the very point where we left off. That's a true friend.

Darkness is beginning to fall, but I see a faint light in the doorway that reflects the shadow of my friendship. We embrace and our conversation begins just where we last left off...

Here is to Friendship...my dear friend down on St Ann Street.

Ego, my friends call me Doc

Sunday, August 30, 2015

A funny thing happen on the way to therapy


"Maybe everyone does not deserve to know the real you. Let them
criticize who they think you are."

Friday, August 28, 2015

Beach Chair Therapy


"Everyone should believe in something. I believe I should go to the beach."

Doc

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