| This Is Me |
| I was born in Frederick,Maryland on November 18th 1948.My hometown for nearly 30 years of my life. For many years after I was as a gypsy wandering in different towns in numerous states. I have been grounded here since 1992. My wings are still operable but I am aging gracefully in Key West.Florida Key West is a 2 by 4 land mass surrounded by water.It is at the end of Highway 1. I have lived many places and this is truly home. Living in paradise has many perks.The weather stays on average at 80 degrees.The coldest it gets on average is 50 degrees.I enjoy boating,swimming.I am a avid reader of Greg Braden and James Redfield.I look for the good in all persons and acknowledge differences.My health and the well being of my loved ones are high on my list of priorities. I make music with Crystal Glass Goblets and love to dance. I am a grandmother of two.A grandson and granddaughter.There ages are 24 and 20.My daughter and her clan moved to Northern Florida in 2005 and I miss them terribly.My grandson graduated from Key West High School in 2005. I have few close friends and many acquaintances. All of my extended family live in other states.(California,Texas and Virginia). I have 3 parakeets (Sage,Bows and Maze),2 cockatiels (Jack and Kae Kae), and my precious Minnie cat.I just adopted China.She is 12 weeks old.(8/6/2011).Two Betta's (Phoenix and Cosmo) My precious Purrby died on November 7th 2003. Feathers Fur and Fin I live my moments. Motto: March to the beat of your own drum |
Still Waters Run Deep The mysteries of adult issues like sex,power and death were close to me during childhood. Immate awareness of the shadow side may have put an early end to childhood innocence. Not ideally my family was not rooted in psychological inquiry and bonding based on healthy feelings. I was force fed the belief's of Jehovah's Witnesses. I am disfellowshipped and my own mama before her death in June 2004 shunned myself and siblings because of our refusal to believe as she does. My father passed from this earthly plane January 31st 2001. Being a Scorpio with a Aquarius rising and moon in Gemini I remind myself that life is serious business. I am a pipeline to the universe. My passions are beyond measure,but rarely seen by others. I am seen as calm and collected by the public,but my warriness is but a protection. I deal with crises without making much ado. Pets are very good for me and as you see I have them in abundance.I am there caretaker and we love one another unconditionally. My high soul seeks the highway,and my low soul seeks the low and in between on the misty flats. The rest drift to and fro. That's me Scorpio~ Life is what you make it...like a box of chocolates,you never know what you're going to get. |
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| Just thinking by ~C~ I do not question my existence,but rather live each day and marvel that I do exist. I know it has alot to do with my upbringing,but I have had these feelings for so long I have acquired a "Whatever" vocabulary so to speak. How ever the wind blows... If I allow persons to be themselves then I deserve the right to be myself. I do not believe in the four walls of any one specific church. I always felt hemmed in. I carry a inner light within and have much compassion for those less fortunate. I believe I am watched over by my guardian angels or powers that be. I have a goodness in my heart and realize that LIFE is a gift,each day is a present that we should open daily and make the most of. If we are patient with those who don't dance as fast as we do,we will be forever blessed. |
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| CHOSEN WAYS 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 there Chosen Ways. In the name of love, you destroy your lovingness 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, then 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. THE CLARITY 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 "zimba" Cynthia Martz 1999-2003 October 2nd,1999 Copyright |
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| Page by "zimba" Cynthia Martz 2003-2011 |
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