Meanderings~Take 11 Continued

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Remember to always be Grateful

“It’s about honoring what happened,” she said. “You met a person who awoke something in you. A fire ignited. The work is to be grateful. Grateful every day that someone crossed your path and left a mark on you.”

Ceiling Fans~Clockwise warms a room; counter-clockwise cools it. (The more you know!)

THE FISH – Snowy Grouper are very similar to Black Grouper in taste, texture, and market size. they have a very pronounced flavor that is a bit more complex than Black and Scamp. They cook to a brilliant White and are very Lean and Flaky.

11:14 PM 7/25/2017

Remembering Gary


Diver’s last catch a fatal one

A diver lost his life in a rare underwater accident, this one involving a goliath grouper.


(Sep 11, 2006)

Gary Cagle, an avid free diver, made two mistakes on a Key West fishing trip last Saturday:

He speared a goliath grouper, a fish that is illegal to kill in the Florida Keys. He also forgot to bring along his knife.

That error cost him his life.

Cagle, spearfishing a half-mile off Smathers Beach, shot a 40-inch goliath grouper. The fish bolted under a coral head, entangling the diver in the line and, acting like an anchor, held him underwater until he drowned.

On Sunday, Key West police divers found Cagle’s body pinned to the coral 17 feet down, his mask still on but the snorkel out of his mouth. The spear line was wrapped three times around his wrist, with the spear shaft still in the carcass of the dead fish — shot right through the gills.

”It is bizarre,” said Becky Herrin, spokeswoman for the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office.

Goliath groupers, which can grow up to eight feet and weigh more than 600 pounds, are not known as aggressive — but many of them show little fear of divers or snorkelers. The huge fish can be found on many wrecks in the Florida Keys.

Fishing goliath grouper in the Keys has been illegal since 1990. But friends of Cagle’s say they believe something unexpected happened, expressing doubts that he would have speared the protected species intentionally.

”He must have been trying to protect his life,” suggested friend Lori Kerry. “ The grouper was about 160 to 200 pounds and must have surprised him.”

Other experienced divers saw self-defense as an unlikely reason for spearing a goliath. But Kerry said Cagle had great respect for nature and once insisted she return a 50-pound goliath she had caught by accident, she said.

Cagle, 42 and a Georgia native, worked many years bartending at the Bull & Whistle Bar on Duval Street in Key West. His friends say he saved his money and invested well so he could spend most of his time on his aquatic passions. Almost daily, he drove his Jet Ski to sites where he could free-dive — that is, dive without a supplemental air tank — and fish for four to six hours at a time.

His friends say he weighed about 175 pounds, was in great shape and could hold his breath for four to five minutes under water, sometimes free-diving in depths of up to about 70 feet.

”He was like a fish,” said Cagle’s girlfriend, Melissa Aiello.

Last Saturday, Cagle left Stock Island alone about noon. When he didn’t return that night, his friends became worried and called the Coast Guard. The Jet Ski was found that night but Cagle’s body wasn’t located until the following morning.

”While we worried about him diving by himself, we also didn’t worry because he was so good at it,” Kerry said. “But Gary always, always, always said if he died he wanted it to be in the water.”

Marks on Cagle’s body showed he struggled to free himself from the spear line. But he could not and drowned, according to a preliminary autopsy report.

Bob Holston, director of operations at Dive Key West, said he knows of few free diving or spearfishing accidents, but when they do occur it’s usually because safety practices weren’t followed. A major safety requirement is bringing a knife, in case a line does get tangled.

”Not wearing a knife is like crossing I-95 with your eyes closed,” Holston said.

Kerry said Cagle was not a careless diver. But she has no answer why his knife was left behind on her porch. ”It’s normally on his leg,” she said.

A memorial service for Cagle will be held 1 to 3 p.m. Saturday at the Dean Lopez Funeral Home in Key West. Later Saturday, his friends and family will board the catamaran Sunny Days to sprinkle his ashes into the waters he loved”.

Published September 16, 2006

Gary Cagle’s ashes return to the sea today in Key West. Cagle drowned Saturday while free diving in 25 feet of water after spearing a 40-inch goliath grouper and entangling his hand in the spear gun line. Cagle was reported to have been in great shape and was experienced – free diving and spearfishing almost daily for many years. His death is an enigma to knowledgeable spear fishermen. Why did he shoot a protected species? In clear water, a goliath would be unmistakable to an avid spear fisherman. Was Cagle protecting a fish he had speared? Bold goliaths commonly attempt and often succeed in taking fish from spear fishermen. Knowing he didn’t have his knife, how did he let the spear gun line get wrapped three times around his wrist?

Several factors could have changed the unfortunate outcome of this story. A sharp, stiletto knife is as essential to a free-diving hunter as a shroud line cutter and a reserve parachute are to a skydiver. Using a reel on a spear gun can make line handling safer, more efficient and allow a free diver to surface without losing his prey. Floats and lines are often used when targeting big fish, and they also make it easy to locate a free diver. Even experienced free divers can only stay down a few minutes, and they risk possible blackouts from hypoxia on ascent. Free diving with a knowledgeable buddy is wise.

Hindsight from a Blog Comment:

This design is incredible! You obviously know how to keep a reader entertained. Between your wit and your videos, I was almost moved to start my own blog.

Great job. I really enjoyed what you had to say, and more than that, how you presented it. Too cool!

8:12 PM 7/26/2017

This is the poem Rev. Casper read at my 2nd wedding day….May 24th 1997

I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you.

I love you not only for what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me.

I love you for putting your hand into my heaped up heart and passing over all the frivolous and weak things that you can not help seeing there.

You draw out into the light all the beautiful radiant things that no one else has looked quite far enough inside too find.

I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me and laying firm hold of all the good in me.

I love you for closing your eyes to the discord in me and adding to the music in me just by listening.

He died on his lobster boat in 2008.

1:59 PM 7/27/2017

Catfish~If it wasn’t for the whining and someone else always nipping at our fins it would be a very boring life.

I concur.

1:22 PM 7/28/2017 On The Horizon

Here’s to 2018 on the horizon… to lessons and blessin’s, music and memories, friendships and hardships.

8:01 PM 7/28/2017

What I am reading:

The Sheltering Sky. The DVD is awesome too.

”Book Three – The Sky

Kit is picked up by a caravan of camel drivers led by Belqassim and his older friend. In a sinister “gentleman’s agreement”, they both rape her in what becomes a daily ritual. Kit becomes bizarrely attached to Belqassim, resenting him for letting the other man have his way with her. Belqassim disguises her as an Arab boy and takes her back to his house where he keeps her in a locked room. His other three wives soon discover the truth about their guest and, consumed with jealousy, attack her. A ceremony is performed in which Belqassim, much to the fury of the other women, makes Kit a fourth wife. When his longed-for visits to the marital chamber in which she is imprisoned become less frequent, Kit decides to escape. She barters the jewelry she has been given for the help of the other women who are only too pleased to see her go.

Kit, now sounding increasingly deranged, spends the night in a hotel with a stranger named Amar who tries to help her. Eventually she is handed over to the local authorities who arrange for her to fly back to Oran, on the Mediterranean coast. Her passage back to the United States is arranged by the American Consulate, but before she can be returned home Kit slips away and disappears.”

11:56 AM 8/2/2017

Scorpio Today: When push comes to shove today, rely on your charm and silver tongue to buy you time until you’re ready to make your decision. You’re too smart to fall for pressure tactics — remember that when someone claims that it’s ‘now or never.’ There’s no such thing as too late when it comes to your emotions, so feel free to keep dancing while everyone else is stressing. Lean on your intuition and it will take care of you. Take everything in stride and you’ll keep smiling.

More on Computer Slim

My 8 almost 9 year old trusty HP Slim died suddenly this past Friday the 28th of July. I was watching “Days” on disable my cable and the screen went back and the lights on the tower went out. No warning other than a slight metallic smell.

Guess something burned up?

I now am running a nice little all in one called HP Snow White. It is perfect for me. Thank goodness I have the foresight to backup and than backup MORE just in case.

A poem I wrote a few moons ago.

“There Were Two”

The wooden planks creak as I hear passersby walk.

The night is dark and humid

I sit inside on a hard stool waiting.

My new love sits outside and listens as the men tease him about being away and still his love sits without him

I take a smoke from one of the men and inhale the aroma and sweetness.

The cloud of smoke wafts outside to where my love is sitting.

I know he has walked and acquired his baggie of sweetness

I look out and inquire why he is alone and has not asked me to join him

He stands up and motions for me too come

He takes my hand

It feels so thin and as I walk behind him to sit

I notice his lanky frame

He passes his lit pipe to me

I watch him as I inhale

He seems distant yet close

He says you know there were two

I want to ask what happened but words do not form

I speak with him and say that sometimes each of us needs to be alone

I let him know that I felt he wanted that

Too be alone in his thoughts

He took me in his arms and I felt strength in me from him

He said

“I am alone too much, I long too smell your hair and take in the warmth of your essence”

He said

“I feel strength from you when you are in my arms”

1:46 PM 8/2/2017

Yesterday I noticed my Bloodstone was very intense, many facets of the blood veins were prominent. I did some research and found out some things I wanted to pass on to you.

In my dreams someone has been trying to deter me, take from me. I am stuck in a bog, I can not initiate flight as in flying away.

The ‘blood’ taken from you while staying in that dysfunctional and/or abusive family was your own.  You can be bled dry as a child in such a piraña family environment.  So, what happens is the child simply leaves her or his body; they become ungrounded because they can’t stand the pain of living in such a family.

These wounds will be the ones that they will continue to work on for an entire lifetime until they are healed from them.  Bloodstone helps us work through family dysfunctional patterns and gets rid of them sooner rather than later.Many on this Earth have dysfunctional parents and so this wounding is carried on through you, the children.

And if it isn’t stopped and changed in you, then you are bound to pass this curse to your children, and they, their children.  In Homeopathy, this is called a ‘miasm’ or a toxic stain genetically speaking, that carries on like a blight through your family tree.  By knowing your family, you can know its strengths and weaknesses.  Bloodstone has a great deal to do with the family, both present as well as the far past.  Often, those who need Bloodstone have an interest in family history and genetics.

On a deeper, Plutonian level, this gemstone is about our DNA; our heritage from a family long past that we didn’t even know.  And our family DNA is with us whether we realize it or not.  For those who look at our family tree, the information can be monumental and important.  Why? Because we can look at our past family members and see patterns of behavior and perspective setting up.  What they were, we may be.  And to borrow from a history saying, “What we forget we are doomed to repeat.”

It will assist you to become more peaceful and serene.


These gemstones connect with our deeper core values of this personality in this lifetime BUT, they also connect with our SOUL who has far more strength built up in it as a result of hundreds of thousands of lifetimes.  This is the phenomenal magic of Strength gemstones.  They are able to ACCESS this vault of built-upon and earned spiritual strength so it can help us get through some present difficulty/test/initiation that we’re putting ourselves through in this lifetime at this moment.  It ‘feeds’ us so that we don’t give up, despair or want to check out because the life lesson is “too hard” to deal with.   Not all people are strong spiritually speaking.  We have baby spirits to ancient spirits in human body on this Earth.  No one is created equal.  And we’re all working on collecting that very necessary soul strength so that we can take on tougher and tougher challenges–and work through them successfully instead of failing them.   Being grounded is essential for living down here on our Earth.  One of the most interesting facts about Bloodstone is that it is highly sensitive to heat.  That means, if you wear it, you are ‘exciting’ the energy of this gemstone and it’s going to start sending out its energy into your aura quite rapidly. Today, it is seen as the Mother Goddess stone


The energy of the Bloodstone will help you to be true to yourself… even when the going gets tough. They help you to face loneliness and to make tough decisions… and to follow what you know in your heart is the right course of action.

Bloodstone also enhances creativity and intuition.  Bloodstone drives away the negative environmental energy, which helps in the overcoming of influences like electromagnetic or pathogenic stress.  It revitalizes and induces dreaming.  It gives you courage and helps you avoid harmful situations.  This also promotes idealism and selflessness. .  This soothes and revitalizes the mind, enhances decision making, and eliminates confusion. Bloodstone minimizes aggressiveness, impatience and irritability.

Bloodstone provides physical aid in treating anemia, blood disorders and enhancing blood flow. It strengthens the immune system and detoxifies. It eases menstrual and menopausal symptoms. And it strengthens the heart, liver, kidneys, intestines, and bone marrow. It minimizes pus formation, neutralizes toxins in the body, and invigorates the lymphatic system, which leads to the healing of infections and inflammations.

The bloodstone also fights evil and prevents jealousy. It boosts your spirit and adds longevity. It eases a broken heart and brings good fortune. Whenever the stone becomes blood red in color, this signals the wearer about any upcoming danger.

5:51 PM 8/2/2017

This was taken at 2 AM after the reinstall of everything into a new HP Snow White. I added the texture of the letters. My head was full of them.


12:32 PM 8/3/2017

Cynthia says~No matter what the Universe tosses at us in our daily coming and goings. We have to accept the fact we woke up to another glorious day. We must be Thankful and make the most of each and every moment.

1:31 PM 8/4/2017

Cynthia says~Ever notice when the sun shines brightly on our face and we are momentarily blinded, or the wind tangles our hair into a tangled mess. The Universe has ways to bring us back to NOW, this moment. Live it.


Computer is faster, all except Facebook still slow as the King

Until the next time Folks

Happy Full Moon on the 7th


Time to Grow

Prose © C. m ART z 2015 written 2/1/2003


Under the influence

nothing bothered me
I was like the duck in a rainstorm
everything rolled off my back
nothing mattered

Over the influence I am like a baby chicken
whose feathers are growing in
and its a downpour

No cushion
nothing rolls off my back
everything soaks in
everything affects me
everything matters

I feel
I see
I know
questions asked, deceitful answers
Bones that crack
Heart a mishap

Standing ground as the thunder roars
Ears cannot shut out the noise
Light surround me
Enter healing
Calm envelop me dry out my saturated mind

Words that have no meaning
actions that have no rhyme

Aggravation brings tension
Tension hurts my head
Maybe a few IGNORE feathers
would help my brain
lessen the pain even when it rains

Look, there’s the mama hen
and all her babies are without feathers
but under her wing sheltered from the storm

Is it better to be a chicken with feathers or one without ?

Which one is more content ? Cushioned or bare to the skin

the feeling one whose wet tears falls or the one whose cloak (Mask) hides the pain and nothing comes to surface nothing gained

Time to grow
It may never Stop raining


This Maze Called Life

‎I woke this morning feeling so much better of health, mind and spirit. Pain is such a thing that completely controls when you are engulfed by it. Some pain is a natural occurrence of say perhaps having a bad tooth removed, the after effects of which is excruciating  pain. Perhaps you waited to long and the pain had already taken its place. An extraction was the only option you had to make.

Pain surrounds us. The pain of losing someone you love. The means can be by separation. Temporary, fleeting or permanent as in death.

Our lives are made of happenings, occurrences, trials and tribulations. These are what make each individual’s story.

Life stories.

Many persons choose to keep them hidden. Not only from their selves; but any curious minds that tend to want the satisfaction of the probe. They have a morbid fascination with needing to know, to dissect what made the person he or she is or was.
Being part of the Human equation we all have the predisposed story. We are born, we are nurtured, loved and protected. We grow into wisdom by experiences we have. We die.
The adopted child is in someway, not always given unconditional love, nurturing and protection. They are chosen ones. The biological parent chose to place them for adoption. The reasons sometimes given at some later date in the child’s future. Perhaps the parent was too young, the child was conceived by rape. The child was better off with a more loving family. A Human that would show them so much more love and opportunities in his life.

The ultimate reason is always they loved the child so much they knew they personally would never be enough.

In actuality, we all have essentially the same story. Our feelings on love, life and all the inbetweens. The chapters, turning the pages on the experiences that make each individuals story (the unique one ) that it is and always will be.

The adopted child. How they felt when they discovered their parents were not there biological parents.

The child raised by abusive parents. The fear of losing the only thing they knew if the truth was revealed.

Drug Abusers, Addicts (Elicit and Street), Alcoholics. The paths they took that led them to addiction and recovery.

All stories. All sounding so similar yet so different.

I am a recovering addict. I never told my story or shared at a N.A Meeting. In recent years I have shared through my blogs and writings. I have been clean since 1998. I have chosen the path that works for me.

I came from a loving home. I had a family, a mother, a father, a brother and two sisters.
When religion became the mainstay of my mother’s life when I was 12 years of age my life took a dramatic change. I wanted to please both my believing mother and my disbelieving father.

It changed me. I always was looking for acceptance from them.

In later years my rebellious nature took over.
I was eventually disfellowshipped from the church and in their retribution shunned from all I loved in life.

I never have understood how a person of faith can say they love you unconditionally yet cast you away like a moldy piece of bread or cheese.

When I felt I could no longer give my daughter the life she deserved I made the choice to take her too her father’s. That decision changed me in ways I find hard to accept at times. I no longer felt responsible for anyone, not even myself.

My life was reeling so fast and furiously out of control there was no other option too me.
Now, I see the selfishness in my actions. I deprived her of me, her mother. I was never abusive too her, I loved her.

Everything in my  life escalated afterwards. Relocating, new friends, jobs, habits.
I never lost contact with her. She was forever part of my heart.

Now, years later my daughter is back with me. My parents are both of the air and mist. My grandchildren are thriving in adulthood. I have constant correspondence with my siblings.

Both my ex husbands are deceased.

I am feeling very blessed.

Most important of all. I steer my vessel now, I plan and control my destinations.

A poem I wrote many years ago.


From a dream these thoughts arose and upon arising finding pens and
paper I  began this prose.

Life in almost every instance is chosen.
Not at the moment of birth but from each moment henceforth.
You have control of your world and surroundings.
Your Chosen Ways

In the first years, you in a sense control your parents.
They feed, dry, and clothe you when you cry.
Then in your teens they try to almost no avail to control you because after all it’s your life.

Your Chosen Ways
As you find your way into the world, you and your Chosen Ways find joy, happiness, pain, depression, and helplessness.
You swim at times, others have sought your Chosen Ways.
You sink at times under the influence of their Chosen Ways.
In the name of love, you destroy your loveliness with drugs and alcohol.
In the name of faith you lose your parents love for twelve years of your Chosen life.

Your Chosen Ways
You wander aimlessly, seemingly without purpose, chasing an elusive butterfly for years.
Live in shelters, on the street
Not missing a beat.
You submerge yourself in self-destructive Chosen ways with the same Chosen people
You are a product of your parents, and there parents and on and on and there Chosen Ways
You want, you don’t want.
You laugh, than cry as if the milk spilled or your cup is well filled

Your Chosen Ways
One day after living this Chosen life for so many DAYS OF YOUR LIFE, you get hit as if from a thunderbolt.
You begin to smell the roses, the wetness on the rose petals from recent rain.
There is No Right way, nor is there a wrong way.
You awaken with light in your eyes and joy in your heart.
It is after all,
Your Chosen Ways.
written by Cyndi
October 2nd, 1999

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Full Moon Inspiration


My favorite time of the month. The moon was so beautiful last night. I want to walk on the beach tonight.

Full moons put awe in my steps. My heart beats a little faster when I gaze up into the wonders of night sky.

I think of those seeing the same moon and wonder at times if I cross their minds.

The Old Man in the Moon.

Every time I look up at a full moon I think of my dad.

Sound of Growing Corn

© Cynthia Martz

Someday I want to
walk out to the edge of a cornfield
on a full moon night
I will sit myself down on the cool earth
Can you really hear the corn grow?
Is it growing before my very eyes?
I will look  up into the starry heavens
The corn stalks weave back and forth like a field of wheat
smooth and in sync
I can Hear
the corn growing
in the stillness of the night
in the light of the full moon
it is a beautiful sound
I will sleep awhile
to my dreams

Tin Roof

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This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.

I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magical with the rain falling on it.

I designed this today.

Rain on Tin Roof

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