As The Moments Pass

I was laying in my bed last night.Thoughts whirling. I made a note to myself to write today. I do faithfully keep my journal entries but I have not sit and actually blogged since April of this year.

So here goes.

I have come to realize that each and every one of us are going through something. We may not mention it so much but it is ever present. Sometimes persons we love and care for so much do not seem to realize the extent their pain rubs off on us.

We hurt with them, and wish we could make everything OK for them.

I also realize we are essentially on our own so too speak.

Any negative’s we release to the universe comes back in another form or fashion. It is better to let it out and than let it go. No need for re story telling or the constant guilt trip so many of us put ourselves through.

No one is pure light and fancy. We all possess a darkness.

I suppose wisdom comes from years of experiences, being in a place of helplessness at times. Yet again…

being a part of time and spaces where we are truly comprehending enlightenment, peace and tranquility.

In my present moments I am bewildered by persons in my past that seemingly come out of the woodwork. They want me back, they want what they so carelessly tossed aside.

I am not in their space. I care, but not the way they would like me too care.

After 20-25 years past seems rather redundant to say the least.

I have never been an overly materialistic  person. I do find the ways to acquire what I need. My animals are all well cared for. I help others when I can and I sleep well at night.

I try to listen and observe more.

I make an effort not to make promises I can not keep.

Some one said something to me the other day. It meant a lot too me.

I really enjoy reading your writing. It reminds me of another time, a different season.

So perfect is her prose, so meaningful her content.

Reading her words is a reflection of my thoughts at many given times.

She pens wisdom and feeling, indeed.

my response:

Such a beautiful thing to be able to express one’s self in writing and prose. I do so appreciate that you appreciate 🙂

I am going to bed with these sweet words on my mind as I lay sleeping into my dreams.

Random thoughts last night before sleeping:

When I was growing up country style. We had wells. Some actually had steps and you could step down into the dark, mossy dampness. Creeper crawlies were in full swing. Huge spiders and other slithering things. I always felt so intrigued.

The way I felt so whole, no fear when I went down those steps into the darkness.


OH and My Dreams:

Whoa, stop with these crazy ass dreams.
First I was being attacked by invisible entities, I woke with shallow breathing. Scared.

Second walking with unknown man in unknown territory.

Third  scheduled to work the graveyard shift but no notification.
I was in the process of moving when I went to JOB and Billy said so you’re 66. I said no and she said Yep.
No show, no call and you are 66.
I explained that I was moving, things were scattered, trying to find shift uniform. Trying to find shoes that fit little boy I was babysitting for extra funds.
My car would not start, my moped battery was dead.

I am tired.
Maybe coffee will fix me.

Nine (Sleeping at Last) is here:

Here is the MIX


Who am I
To say what any of this means-
I have been sleepwalking
Since I was fourteen

Now as I write my song
I retrace my steps
Honestly, it’s easier
To let myself forget

Still, I check my vital signs
Choked up, I realize
I’ve been less than half myself
For more than half my life

Wake up
Fall in love again
Wage war on gravity
There’s so much
Worth fighting for
You’ll see

Another domino falls
Either way

It looks like empathy
To understand all sides
But I’m just trying to find myself
Through someone else’s eyes

So show me what to do
To restart this heart of mine
How do I forgive myself
For losing so much time?

Wake up
Roll up your sleeves
There’s a chain reaction
In your heart
Muscle memory
Remembering who you are

Stand up
Fall in love again and again and again
Wage war on gravity
There’s so much
Worth fighting for
You’ll see

Another domino falls
And another domino falls

A little at a time
I feel more alive
I let the scale tip and feel all of it
It’s uncomfortable but right

We were born to try
To see each other through
To know and love ourselves and others well
Is the most difficult and meaningful
Work we’ll ever do

In closing to all my faithful followers

Stay True to You in All Waysscorpion_frog_move







The GoldenRod

“The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down”

Corn_Field_Goldonrod_by JoanParkerSutton

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“The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down”

I memorized this poem back in High School.

September by Helen Hunt Jackson

The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
the grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
‘T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

photography by Joan Parker Sutton

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I did get some lovely photos today when I walked around.

I saw 2 fairly sized Iguana’s but they were too fast for my camera.

Last week I seen the largest Iguana since I have been in the Keys. His tail was fully in tact and was at least 2 feet long. His body was HUGE. At any rate a large truck went by and scared him and he became stuck head first in the fence along side the road. I called the Humane Society and they used bolt cutters to free him. He would have not seen another day as he was already stressed and breathing very heavily.

A dragonfly followed me most of the time.

I could see the shadow of him on the road as he flew above me.








Odd Smells and Other Things

I’m old school

I seldom text, I like handwritten letters better than emails.

But, when my phone rings and I recognize the ring tone and it does not say Unknown caller I normally answer it.


I just went to the kitchen and noticed a shitty smell, literally. I sprayed, burned nag, bleached the sink and it persists.

I removed the garbage and took it to the dumpster.

I checked around the house for cat turds or accidents, cleaned the litter box.
Still persists.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  I was going to do my usual Noxzema Morning routine.

Their was a dark smudge on my face, I took a tissue and rubbed and did the smell test.

I had found the source of the smell.
Poo on  my face.

Perhaps from a soiled cat paw, or perhaps from me, either scenario was NOT acceptable.

On another issue that I have been thinking on.

I’m old school

I seldom text, I like handwritten letters better than emails.

But, when my phone rings and I recognize the ring tone and it does not say Unknown caller I normally answer it.


Usually when you have a phone conversation it involves the communication between the caller and the person called.
I realize there are times when the caller has a serious issue and needs to do most of the venting.

On the other hand, common courtesy or phone etiquette would deem that the receiver of the call has moments where he can speak about his day, how they are doing, and what is going on in their corner so too speak.

To be told any interruption in their flow is a judgment call and they will hang up is totally uncalled for.

They might as well get a mirror and talk too it. They would have no worries of interruptions or feedback that for the most part pertains to the what the caller is speaking of.

Heaven forbid the person called is NOT listening.

Perhaps they are  thinking about what THEY might be doing the rest of his or her day.

Than again you have those that pretend to listen, when in reality they are merrily thinking about what they are going to say next, that in all probability has nothing to do with what the caller is talking about.

Now that’s what you call some fucking unrealistic crap.

The Rules of Conversation


1. Conversation is a Two-Way Street
The first and most important rule of conversation is that it is not all about you, but it’s not all about the other person either.

A monologue, in either direction, is not conversation.


Try to achieve a balance between talking and listening in any conversation.

Respond to What They are Saying
To respond genuinely to what someone has just said means that you have to listen. You can’t just switch off, and think about what you’re going to say next. However, if we’re honest, most of us would admit that we often do just that.

Emails sent remain unanswered, not even a reply on any of the contents. I guess you could think “well, I will just have more to talk about to keep the lines of communication flowing when we do connect”

5 Dos of Conversation

Listen more than you talk. …
Tailor the conversation to the listener. …
Take your turn. …
Think before you speak. …
Don’t interrupt. …


Yep, missed the step up entirely. I felt like a kid that had fallen off his bicycle only worse cause I am not a kid Smile

and now for a beautiful photo I took yesterday chasing after an Iguana that did not want his picture taken.


Have a great everyday

Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.” – George Carlin