When I was swimming this evening in the surf with my blue tinted goggles ,
I saw this mango seed floating in the surf...
I grabbed it thinking immediately of what the mangrove seed represents in my mind...


perhaps landing after the long ocean limbo on some island paradise


so I threw it towards the beach ...


thinking "if it lands on the beach...it's gotta be a sign" (the hopeless romantic taking hold of me after another challenging day of matrimony)
eventually, the surf took the fruit to it's metaphoric spot on the beach in front of my ole Mermaid Beach home from well over 4 decades ago...it was only a fibro beach shack compared to miniature ostentatious baroque palace with it's own personal hot tub took it's place


where we frolicked in the autumn mist skipping to school


no worries in the world mate!



...I had to pick this mangrove seed up from the receding tides' delivery!
just maybe it was a sign for me not to give up on my dreams


(in my hopeless romantic spiritually hopeful agnostic self)


.....this surf and all the new surf mates we are making friends with...


...all with different connections...


this little utopia can be so inviting and simple...


if you don't let the negatives vibes of jealousy and envy from those that hate or despise your freedom from that 4 letter word "work!"


why feel guilty about having to own a car and make a huge carbon impring everyday???


why not keep a simple lifestyle of us just being full time parents/beach/surflifesaving bums???



all the obstacles in life seem small compared to the waves this floating seed encountered after it was dropped by the parent plant from perhaps some distant island into the waiting ocean....


this limbo between lives....from some mangrove colony thousands of miles away...


about to sprout it's seed on another continent perhaps...


could it be a metaphor for my life...or the accent of the herb....
Robert the Bruce used the metaphor of the spider continuing to build spider webs after the spider's home was continually shattered...while he was hiding out from the English in the time of the Scottish William Wallace....she gave him the courage to never give up and he rallied the Scots to run the English out of his land! I think of the mango seed waiting for it's spot on the beach
I have our spot for our family to flourish...
Colin Murray will join the nippers and walk to school...He can have the luxury of walking back to our home with his feet being cooled by the waves the way they did when Ron and I walked back home from Broadbeach State School!
Lately our family has been challenged and we met them...
it's amazing when we faced our fears and made those phone calls to the Acute team just for Ang to hear the diagnosis...Post Natal Trauma..and she was now voluntary so they wouldn't take her back there...When she was in the ward, she was labeled involuntary ..
I was proud of standing behind her today and getting her out of the cuckoo's nest two weeks ago...
I rode my bike to the Oasis shopping center and bought her some Maca to help with her hormones, some herbal pills to help her relax and get the good rejuvenating sleep she needs, and some spirulina which has many trace elements from the sea...folks with emotional imbalance are lacking the essential elements...I will make sure she has seafood which gives her all trace elements needed by humans yet they are very lacking in the modern diet!
I also bought some brewers yeast to give both of the essential B vitamins that are good for stress!
we will live on the beach...I wondered when I would encounter that mango seed!
I remember how prophetic this little bit of poetry was written 4 and a half years ago!

" Will you find your Oz??In search of what ??....comfort, satisfaction, lost loves to be regained??...
how would it have been if you had been the father to a lost love's children??


....so many missed roads not taken
all these chances for you to take root as a lost mangrove seed waiting to come out of it's ocean limbo....
to sprout your roots and let the sands accumulate on your spot with other plants joining in on the sharing of the new accumulating sand of your mangrove island!
your island settlement in your favorite lattitude of the tropical waves...
the Mango fruit could gets lost in the winds of fate and destiny....
Maybe God or this Universal Energy created this ever evolving life cycle ...


happiness, love, family....


you could have landed on another beach and your mangrove colony would have been different
what love materialized?....


and to have never known love....


because you werent there and never had been born or dropped into the ocean of life,,,
Like Jimmy Stewart what would have happeed if he never existed in Pottersville...


how would the colony be different??
time with someone somewhere affects the whole community and mushrooms out in many waves to the whole human race....


what if you let your pursuit of happiness evolve the way u feel the spirits above want you to follow..
they want you to have a happy journey finding your colony of growing roots
so enjoy that jouney to happiness Garvald! you'll find your roots and the beginnings of your colony~


(ok...I edited the poem with its innumerable mistakes from a cannabized evening in 3004!)




HEY BABY! WASS YOUR MAJOR?

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