Be free-floating, allowing the situation to surround you, and be in it. Take in the full surroundings, including the temperature of the water.
This may bring incredible clarity, presence and focus. This is what is means to be a jellyfish.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Music Monday! Panic

Or the line that repeats, and will repeat over and over in your head because you can't remember the words for the rest of the song:
Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ


This song rather pleasantly was brought back to me (last time I heard it was back in the 1980's!) after watching Black Mirror, thanks to my kids.
It was played at the end of the episode named 'Hang the DJ'. If you have not seen any Black Mirror episodes (on Netflix), I suggest you give it a try.
It is an interesting series, no two have the same characters, and each is a different storyline. All have a 'Future Technology' aspect that is a bit creepy most times. As in, "wow I hope technology does not take us in THAT direction", or "wow I hope THAT kind of technology is not ever used like that!" 

It can be unsettling. After 2 or 3 episode my hubby says 'no more, I am technologied out'.
But a really good series I look forward to seeing, of course in moderation if hubby is watching.

I found this video discussing this particular episode, which is interesting as well. It reminded me of those discussion questions at the end of most school required readings, meant to spur a lively discussion of the book and its intended meanings, or unintended. This video discusses such things for the Hang the Dj episode. And actually this type of discussion is rather spontaneous after watching these with the family, which is another reason I like this series. It raises some interesting issues, some uncomfortable feelings, and some rather differing theories of show themes and 'lessons'. We often spend a good amount of time discussing after watching. A very nice thing to do as a family.



A good show. Which if you ask me are damn hard to find on regular TV. Added bonus on Netflix, no commercials. 
So, take what you will from the meaning of the song in these crazy political time and crazy weather happenings and just plain crazy times. And you're welcome for sticking this song in your head.
Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Lazy Sunday and Dreams

Wow. I haven't really had a lazy weekend like this one in ages. The weather took a turn, and we have had stormy and chilly weather. Not like the East Cost of the US chilly, but darn chilly for a tropical island.

And it has really sapped the motivation.

You would think I would be all - "It is perfect wogging weather! I am so getting out there to wog!!" But nope. Nothing. I glance at the shoes, that is it.

I guess it is good to just be lazy some weekends. And when it is rainy and gray and cool, it is quite nice to stay cuddled up on the couch under a blanket. 

I even relaxed enough to have this dream, a dream that I remember, and had a content hopeful feeling to it! It was a running dream. I have them somtimes, particularly when I haven't been running or wogging. So the dream goes:

I go for a run. And I am running down some street or up some hill, breathing  heavy and everything. Feels Like I am really running, except I always feel great and fast in my dream runs. (This does not happen in waking runs.)

I was running down our old road to a developement of canal front homes. I had run in my dream over 2 miles to get there. Normally I only have 1 more mile to go before I have had enough, but in my dream I was saying to myself - 'oh I guess I will be adding some distance to my run then! Great! I can to that!!" I was all for it! 

I was running and looking for a place for sale that we could buy, and also to find our friend's home who had in real life just told us how great it was living in that neighborhood. But of course, in my dream it wasn't all hot and sunny like it normally is here. It was decidedly fall like temperature and thus, suddenly I was in some coastal New England place with different ships, boats, and even different trees and the neighborhood was not really like the neighborhood here. But I was so excited and hopeful! I found a place, it was nice and just what we were looking for! And I had just found our friend's home, which was not far from the place I decided we wanted, so I would have a friend in the neighborhood! A win-win! 

Then I woke up. Raining, cool. Still feeling content, relaxed, like I had our future all figured out. (Not ready to go for a wog though.)

You see, we do have to move again in a few months. And I honestly can't wait. The more we are in this place the more we are ready to move. It was meant as a 'landing pad'. I place where we could re-group and figure out where we should be next. We sold our last  place so fast we didn't really have time to figure out a long term living situation. So we snatched up this small rental as a temporary place. It was good for a month, but then we started seeing this wrong, that wrong, this broke, that broke, and are realizing this place is not as nice as we thought and not as nice as the price we are paying! Looked good, but when you got down to living things just were done poorly and half assed so not up to par. 

So we have been anxious to move on. I guess this is what the dream was about. Moving on, to a place where we will be content for more than and few months, perhaps even more than a few years. We need a bigger place. It turns out we weren't ready for a one bedroom place. Even though the kids are all off at school and such, well it looks like they will be coming back for longer periods so dangit we need more space for them! 

And my wish list is specific, and perhaps a little over budget. But yes, I am ready for a place on a canal. 
(Thus the possibility for a boat is back on the table, as we would have a place to keep it!)
I am ready for a couple of nice neighbors. I miss nice neighbors. 
I am ready for a quiet neighborhood.
(We are currently in the flight path for the airport landings, and I have about had enough of overhead engines all friking day long. PLUS the stray chickens are driving me nuts, and all the complaining to the landlord has done no good. I saw one neighbor feeding the fucking things so all hope for getting them removed is gone. I have to just put up with them pooping everywhere we walk and the roosters crowing all fucking night long. The windows are so thin it is as loud with them closed as it is with them open.)
I am ready for a yard that doesn't flood, ready for a garden of our own, ready for more space so our kids don't have to sleep in the living room. 


So my dream was enough to keep me going today. The hope of getting out of this place to a better place, even if it isn't a canal spot, is still fresh and making me feel, even chilly and rainy and all, quite content to be lazy and enjoy. It is the last day I have with my kids that I don't have to work, it is open window weather, life is good. 

There are still the chickens and roosters making noise and mess, the backyard is filling up, but still life is good. This is not forever and soon we will be moving on, and weekends will not be so lazy. So today - lazy is fine.

Monday, December 25, 2017

Music Monday! Joy to the World!

Merry Christmas to everyone and Joy to the World!


I am glad Music Monday fell on Christmas this year, so that I could share with you a song that is sort of Christmassy, and plenty groovy. (I don't know about you but I am kind of sick of Christmas music...thank you Three Dog Night for spreading joy in a groovy way.)

 Yesterday, I was so thankful Christmas Eve was a Sunday. You see, here where I am now, Sunday is a day where businesses are closed and it truly is a relaxing day. No running to the store, to pick up last minute things. No shopping till midnight, no grasping for that 'little something' you wanted to get. If you hadn't finished Saturday, you are out of luck.
It is an adjustment, as living stateside you are accustomed to being able to shop on Sundays. Once you don't have that "luxury", you are forced to simply relax on Sundays. And it is a perfect way to spend Christmas Eve. Thus you get a Music Monday this week, as I have today to relax and enjoy as well!

I do hope everyone has a joyous Christmas or whatever holiday you choose to celebrate this year. I do hope you celebrate what a wonderful life this is, and can find the peace and joy that comes with it, as long as you acknowledge it. It is there, sometimes in the big things, but mostly in the little things we tend to rush past daily.

And tomorrow here is a holiday - Boxing Day. I love that too. A day to recover from the big Christmas Day. So perhaps (but most likely not) you will get another blog from me.

Wishing Joy to the World, and all the boys and girls, and joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea, and well, you know the rest.
~Rebecca

Monday, December 4, 2017

Music Monday! Don't You (Forget About Me)

An 80's flashback to start the week.



quintessential 1980s song in a quintessential 1980s film. This was requested by my hubby, who must be feeling a bit nostalgic. Or a bit sentimental.

Either way, this is always a great song to chill to, it sets the mood immediately, and makes us just ease in and enjoy. So settle in, enjoy the memories, the proufound lessons learned from the movie, and sing along. (scroll down for the lyrics)


Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.


Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....

Monday, November 27, 2017

Music Monday! Friday On My Mind

This song may just get me through Monday....and Tuesday.....and well you get the idea.


I really try not to 'live for the weekend', but lately I have just been worthless after work during the week. I get up barely in time to have a leisurly cup of coffee and easy shower before work, and then after work I just want to sit and browse the web and watch Shark Tank. (We have TV again, and I forgot what a mesmorizing magnet it can be....) 

It is only on the weekends that I can aget done the stuff I WANT to get done. The one good thing is, that I CAN get the things I want to do done. Now that we are back to renting (a weight has been lifted, no more renovations, no more stresses of home ownership, no more fighting with strata, and no more bad neighbors. [Actually we don't really know our neighbors yet but that is A-OK for now. At least they are yelling at us and nearly running in to us with their car- yes those things did happen and that is all I have to say about that]

So with this weight lifted, I have taken up the hook again, and have a new line of Toekini's! 


And here I am blogging!! 

So, settling back in to the things that bring me some joy. Not too shabby. 

Even if it is only on the weekends, I am so glad to be back enjoying these things. So yes, Friday is on my mind, and it is only Monday. 
I will do the five day drag once more  

Sunday, June 4, 2017

The Ocean Giveth

I was spending a Saturday on the porch, hanging with hubby, and just passing the time drinking sparkling water with lime in it - a treat I have been giving myself these days and I love it.

He was lamenting lack of materials to make the art that he wants to make, and I said 'What about using what the ocean giveth?'

The ocean does giveth. It is constantly churning and mixing and depositing things on the shores from unknown places. Sadly, lately, it is a lot of garbage, but don't get me started with the garbage in the oceans. I watched this movie, A Plastic Ocean, and it scared me so much I couldn't watch the whole thing. It is really disturbing how much crap is in our waters. I hope and pray a solution will be found, or a few. But I digress.

We do find things on the beach that we don't consider garbage, and we lovingly bring it home to keep, eventually to use in other ways if we can figure out a way to do so. We find pieces of old pipe. We find pieces of pottery - some not so old, some quite old. All little treasures, some with stories of times past that I would love to hear told.


We find glass - again some not so old (which we throw back, for more churning and mixing), and also some very old glass trying to tell us bits of history. And Rocks. We find those, and yes my hubby, whole family actually, likes rocks. Not just coral, but rocks that are not from here, that are from far away ~ perhaps once on an old ship as ballast stones.

Very rarely, we also find scary sea creatures! This Portugese Man of War (also known as blue bottle, or floating terror!) washed up a few weeks ago, along with another one a little smaller and a little more blue. This meant no snorkeling for a while and gets the award of the only thing we have found that we wish never washed up on our beach.

Oh and let's not forget the wood. Surprisingly lots of wood. I would say driftwood, but sometimes it is drift trees! Like this weekend. Yesterday, full trunks of trees floating in the water, crashing the shore, left one shore. So much of it! Now, we like trees, yes. BUT.

We went for a walk last evening and I said to hubby 'Look! The ocean giveth, it giveth a little too much I think!'

There were 4 full on trunks, at least 3 long pieces of bamboo, a full bamboo tree with its roots still, and sticks galore. For reasons not easily explained, hubby decides these tree trunks and such should not be left to wash up on our little stretch of beach. So, these trees crashing on the sore we do not like so much. Thus the 'fighting with trees in the ocean' bout began.


He was waist deep in the ocean pushing the trunks out to sea, the ocean pushing them back to him, him pushing out again, and on it went. All the while moving little by little down the beach, each trunk moved further down the beach.


My son got into the action, practicing javalin with long bamboo pieces. After the first one, which fell flat about 5 feet in front of him, he said 'those are heavier than you think!'. The next one was longer, but he managed to get it out pretty far.


A good workout for sure, but I stayed on the shore taking pictures and watching. I did not feel like fighting trees in the ocean. I was pretty convinced the trees would win, and I would lose.

Eventually, the trees lost their battle with my boys. They got them down further and further until they were satisfied. Exhausted, but satisfied.

We haven't checked yet today if there are more trees to corall. And I don't think that will be a thing that will happen again soon, though I would not be the least surprised if when we go for our next walk we come back with handfulls of things.

Becasue even after battling trees in the ocean, hubby came back to the porch, before he took his soaking we shorts off right there on the porch, he pulled out of his pocket a piece of glass he found. Not just a piece of glass either, a really, really old piece of glass. And so it continues......

Monday, May 1, 2017

Music Monday! Rock Lobster

We were treated with lobster on Easter Sunday...wish I had heard this song a couple weeks ago.
So when I came across this sone, listening to a playlist on Amazon of all places, while at work of all places, I had to stop and listen to these hilarious lyrics. And start craving lobster.





What a groovy tune, man. And bunch of goofy dancing too, perfect for a rough Monday.

And listen to the sounds of the Jellyfish! Narwhals, piranhas, manta-rays oh-my!
Hysterical.

Why go through a Monday that is normal when you can get through it with this song?
Put in on while at work, I guarentee you this will brighten your workday.
And, probably make you crave lobster.
Sorry 'bout that.