Three Day Roadtrip, Everglades & All

What can I say—winter has a cold welcome of a -26 windchill tonight. 

After spending a week exploring Florida the weather up north decided to make a sharp dive into winter as we returned. 

As for Florida, seems to me it is the land of poor & plenty. Clusters of wealth, houses far too big, and then moments later, shabby mildew smudged homes. By far, the little acreage lots that seem to line the town & city edges seem the nicest. There’s so much of that there, unlike here. Some are run down, some quite well cared for. Loved the little rural urban of so many areas. 

Ft Myers area was lovely, and by far my favorite beachcombing area so far. We did a three day ring from Orlando to Coco down to Deerfield across the Everglades and up through the countryside on back highways back up to Orlando. 

Deerfield was ridiculously warm. Wind was wild and so warm. I’ve never been somewhere that windy and at the same time that warm. The Man of War jellies were everywhere as sunrise slipped over the horizon. Was quite remarkable. 

The Everglades were, amazing, and we didn’t even explore as much as we should have. The sheer number of Gators is mind blowing, and that’s just what you can see. The amount of birds is like nothing I’ve ever seen. As far as numbers of land animals I’ve ever seen, Gators now top that list, other than grasshopper swarms I’ve never seen that many of any wild animal in my life. Truly. 

The west coast sunset was stunning. And the margaritas are worth a mention to. A conversation with republicans was odd. And yeah, I still don’t get it. Anyways…

The drive from the west shore up through the groves & farm land via gps gone wild route, was actually great. We saw lots of little towns and communities along the way and it is lovely countryside. I’m guessing we’ve now seen more of Florida than your average Floridian. They don’t seem to travel much within their area, which is the opposite of your average Canadian.  Maybe because of the drastic population difference, we drive all over the place and explore. Most of us anyway. Twelve hours here, eight there—we can’t fly everywhere. Airfares are too expensive. It’s cheaper to fly to anywhere America than to fly anywhere within our own country. So, I think that usually means, roadtrip! 

Anyways. Winter welcomed us back meanly. It’s cold, it’s dark, and has been storming for several hours now, and expect tomorrow will be blustery as well. Already, I almost forget that winter does not exist everywhere on the planet. 

Coming Home

Finding the storm, waiting, 

Right where it left off—

The simplicity & the complexity run circles

Chasing themselves tired

The wind screams into each ear canal

Just to make it pain, it’s always seeking such extremes

The snow falls in waves that feel like needles & tastes like hunger 
I’ve already forgotten warmth & light & green

The swirling coils of ice blowing 

Rooftop to sky, sky & ground, whipped up in the frenzy—

These moments of hibernation hatch & stretch

Birthing the long longer of winter. 


did you find comfort
in your broken wing despairs
did you go searching
in a mess of crush hearted prayers
did you seek, how else
can you find
did you pray, how else
can you bind
the tilting axis
unspiraling the glue
that sticks the faith to the you

did you find comfort
what can you do?

i saw the night
i saw the beauty too

the dancing of light
was not god, speaking to you

can you find comfort
or is it a succor passing & new?

comfort comes on
the silence & dark
i rest my burdens
tight to the hands
of the Almighty

i’m searching
& i am finding

Daion L-99 Lessons in Fingerpicking

Despite two months of bronchitis & a boat load of sick kids at the beginning of school, smashed wrist care and whatnot, here is where I’m at, this plus some chords and strumming patterns & one more chord in fingerpicking style. 

All in all, my left hand fingers lost their numbness once because I was too sick to play, they peeled for three weeks and are now beginning to numb again. 

Skateboards & Concrete  Versus Skin & Bone

So this is how summer started for my middlest child—roadrash—every skateboarders reason for long pants. Quite an impressive demonstration of why jeans are a wise choice over shorts no matter how lovely the day. 

And Autumn started much the same only…longer healing time. This time, the knee only got a bandaid, but the arm—shattered, major break and a minimum of three pieces shattered off from the bone. They used to have to give you a general anesthetic for this set and cast, but via handy dandy tourniquet style device, they cut off your circulation, freeze the whole arm and manipulate the bones into place. The bone on bone grit sound and sight of her arm being bent back into shape like putty was horrifying and fascinating, very memorable. It was actually termed as surgery and thankfully the ER physician was a surgeon so he could do the job. 

This kiddo managed to barely cry before hand, even wondering aloud several times if maybe she just bruised it despite the pain that she described as radiating finger tip to shoulder blade and being unable to move her fingers at all, and not at all during her time in the hospital. One tough cookie. Not sure how that pain threshold science works but she’s got a high one. 

So she goes to the specialist next week and hopefully the six weeks are all that will be needed. If the bones slip, she’ll need a rebreak and reset with a few more gizmos for added support. Yikes. 

So this is how one small pebble (both times) a skateboard and some concrete get together and wreck a kid’s volleyball team dreams. Poor monkey. Next year. Next year baby cakes. 

Broken Bones—When the Human Race Feels as a Unity

…morning walk—it strikes me profoundly that a bunch of white icelandics have absolutely no issue writing & singing this…the inspiration for this is glaring and I appreciate that no one is screaming “appropriation” —one of the most disgusting modern twists to anything that a white person may do in empathy concerning another ‘race.’ Time we became the human race again.