Monthly Archives: October 2014

And I Wonder 10/4/03

Sometimes it all seems so damn hard
And I want to just go home to my bed
Sink in the warmth
And rest my head

But between these dark cold clouds
I see the baby blue sky
Shyly waiting amidst the steel and soot
To come out again and fly

And I wonder
How I ever came to be
So many shades of me
If she made me, then who made she?

My sister summer
She’s moved on
Her greens are keeping a different beat
And they fall to the ground
In waves of color at my feet

Days grow short and my night pipes swell
They creak and sputter to warm my toes
Fear and excitement
As the wet chill grows

And I wonder
How I ever came to be
So many shades of me
If she saved me, then who saved she?

Notes: This is an old one that I stumbled upon the other day while going through some papers. My life has changed in so many ways since writing this. At first, when I read it I wondered if it was mine because I so rarely put rhyme in my poetry. I thought it had a few nice lines in it — hope you enjoy.

That which does not demand attention 10/26/14

Sit here until there is an awareness of
That which does not demand attention

Breathing
Blue sky
Autumn’s remaining leaves, stiff and falling
Gusted wind chime playing some mystical tune

That which just IS

Simply being aware of these goings on is not enough
Mind can chatter through the biggest storm
Fears, judgments, evaluations enshroud the clearest blue sky day

Mind is, but is not Truth

Mind, always preoccupied by the next, fleeting distraction
But there is a knowing
that what lies deeper
is subtle, always there
and does not demand anything

Sitting with this awareness
is pure joy

Deafening Silence 2/8/13

Naked trees on snowy darkening sky
Softened sounds
The silence of snow falling

A slowing down and moments of stopping the buzz
No cell phones
No computers
No music
No one

Reality is deafening and completely silent
How was I able to not see it? Not hear it?

If I have a prayer tonight
I pray that this moment is always accessible, this snowy silence in my heart.

Arm wrapped around the pine, like an old friend
Comforting, loving
I say with teary eyes, “Why is life so confusing?”

She says, “Life isn’t confusing, it just IS. It’s your mind that makes things look confusing but they’re really not.”

Old tree, tall and straight. Long boughs holding snow. You’ve been here a long time and you know the simplicity you speak of.
How could you know anything else but this quiet, this simple silence…

Beauty 6/27/14

Let me enjoy beauty too
Let me pause without holding back

The beauty of a warm sunny day – sunlight flashing through breezy trees above
Spontaneous laughter moments – so organic it adds to the silliness
A piece of art that makes you stop and ponder another place, another time
The simple movement of a flower pushed in the breeze
The love expressed between two who know
Just this

Without thinking of all the ones without, the silenced voices, the confused souls
The human condition of dis-ease

Let all that be, and just for the moment
Rest in this beauty, this peace
And remember that strife does not exist without peace; dark without light; pain without joy

Experience this beauty
Now

Fun in Fort Lauderdale October 2014

Our trip to Fort Lauderdale was fun and relaxing. We paddled three times with the Lanakila Iki Outrigger Canoe Club, found several nice restaurants, took in some local “old Florida” history, shopped and enjoyed a beautiful beach. We stayed at the Westin Beach Resort, right on Fort Lauderdale Beach and down the street from a host of restaurants and bars.

Intercoastal Waterway

The New River through downtown Fort Lauderdale

All of the restaurants along the beach had outdoor and indoor seating. Since the weather was so nice nearly the whole time of our visit, we enjoyed eating outdoors for all of our lunches and dinners. Thankfully, all of the restaurants were amenable to Bill and me sharing meals. The amount of food you get these days in restaurants is astronomical and since we’re both trying to reduce our waistlines, we tend to share meals when we can.

On our first day, we stumbled upon the Casablanca Cafe where we enjoyed several great fish meals, tender beef kabobs and fresh salads with a Mediterranean theme. We noticed that the wait staff was exceptional and the atmosphere was much quieter than most of the raucous eateries on the beach strip.

We dined two times at the more sophisticated Steak 954 restaurant, also on the beach. Our first visit, we really enjoyed the shelled lobster over risotto. We rarely order lobster so this was a treat. Not the cheapest item on the menu but it was worth it because it was so good and sharing it made the price easier to swallow. We enjoyed great wait staff during both visits and enjoyed watching the waves and water as we ate. For our second visit we shared our whole meal again. The waiter was nice enough to even split the chopped salad, which was excellent and the 8oz. filet mignon. They gave us a huge plate of great tasting French fries (thankfully, we didn’t finish them!), and their amazing smoked cauliflower and kale. The veggies were perfectly sautéed with onion and had a subtle smokiness. Even after sharing the food, we were more than satiated at the end of the meal.

Since our room had a refrigerator, we were able to do our usual breakfast thing which consists of me making a smoothie with my portable, one-serving blender using ice, a Naked fruit smoothie drink, rice milk, a banana, and my protein powder/ground flax seed/sunflower seed mixture. Bill purchased yogurt parfaits along with his morning coffee from the Starbucks downstairs.

On one of our jaunts we took a taxi to the Whole Foods store about 4 miles away and got some bananas, rice milk, cereal, juice, etc. to tide us for snacks. Near the Whole Foods was a recommended fast-food-ish restaurant, Pei Wei, which is a sister restaurant of PF Chang’s. The local who recommended it pronounced it “Pee Wee” but our Chinese friend Jubo said it was pronounced more like “Pay Way.” Bill got lettuce wraps and spring rolls and I got a sesame chicken dish which were all very tasty. The food is served deli-style where you order, grab your drinks and sit down with a number on your table. The food was delivered quickly and the staff was more than friendly.

During our stay, we enjoyed three fun and exciting paddles with the Lanakila Iki Outrigger Canoe Club on the Atlantic and the Intercoastal Waterway. See the Outrigger Paddling page for a more complete description.

Neither of us were very familiar with Fort Lauderdale but we were aware of its reputation as a party destination for college students. I have to say that it’s truly a beautiful and exciting city but also one of the loudest cities I’ve ever visited. It ranked right up there with New York City in terms of speed, sound and activity – just on a smaller scale. Nearly every restaurant and store had hard driving, almost frantic music playing. The sounds from the main strip (SR A1A) seemed at times to be unrelenting. Given that it is a major strip, it seemed that in the evening hours most of the vehicles were going up and down the strip more with the intention to be seen rather than to actually get somewhere. Particularly motorcycles without mufflers were very popular as well as beefed up cars and trucks. I guess our distaste of the noise level is a sign that we’re growing older!

The pounding music extended into the shopping district in downtown Fort Lauderdale on Las Olas Boulevard. The stores were very high end and had clothing that, well let’s just say, didn’t catch my fancy. Perhaps if I needed clothes to wear on my 150’ yacht while entertaining guests, holding my tiny lap dog, and toting a martini, then this would be the place to shop! I did mange to find the Fresh Produce clothing store (one of my favorites), which had much calmer music and atmosphere. This gave me a good excuse to linger a bit longer.

Las Olas’ restaurants all looked wonderful, some more expensive than others but all on the high end. Just outside the strip we found an excellent Mexican restaurant called Rocco’s. It was a bit loud but we asked for a table on the porch area, which reduced the bar noise a bit. This was my first time having guacamole made to order at our table and it was great! The only problem was that we ate so much of the guac and chips that we could barely eat the tacos we ordered.

Bill and I took a boat tour on the river and really enjoyed the sights. There were a few green patches where we saw cattle and snowy egrets along the way but mostly we saw huge mansions of the rich and somewhat famous and their massive yachts.

The Water Taxi

The Water Taxi

On the way back from downtown one day, I took the water taxi back to the hotel and really enjoyed the sights and lightly narrated tour. For $22 you can ride the taxi all day. It goes west, up the New River into town and then goes north and south up the Inter-coastal Waterway for several miles.

Gopher Turtle in Hugh Taylor Birch State Park

Gopher Turtle in Hugh Taylor Birch State Park

Bill and I enjoyed tooling around the Hugh Taylor Birch State Park on bicycles one day. The Park was just a few blocks north of the hotel on SR A1A along the beach. This is one of the few natural areas left along the very developed stretch between Miami and West Palm Beaches. We enjoyed seeing an osprey, mockingbirds, cardinals, blue jays and a gopher turtle as we got a sense of the way tropical south Florida was before all of the development. We intended to make it back to the park to rent a canoe and paddle up the lagoon but ran out of time this visit.

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Gardens at Bonnet House estate

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Foyer at Bonnet House

While Bill was at his conference, I had the chance to get a taste of “Old Florida” by visiting the Bonnet House estate. This is a piece of property that was given to The Florida Trust by the very wealthy Bartlett family. Located just south of the Birch State Park, it was an understated house amidst several acres of natural areas and gardens. The Bartletts were both artists so the house was filled with whimsy and creativity. Walls and ceilings expertly depicted different motifs, animals and scenes of far away places. Frederick Bartlett’s studio had grand scale north-facing windows and was covered with his beautiful work. Since this was one of ten houses owned by the Bartletts, they used this one mostly for entertaining friends and family. The area formerly used for guest bedrooms now houses a large collection of Evelyn Bartlett’s bright and somewhat whimsical paintings. The property is home to three Costa Rican Squirrel Monkeys – unfortunately, I didn’t spot one during my visit. Supposedly during the 1950s there were over 50 of them there but their numbers have dwindled for reasons I’m not sure of.

We hung out in the warm waters several times and even snorkeled a little but didn’t find much to look at. It’s so rare that I can actually get into the Atlantic so I was really pleased that the water temperature was about 80 degrees – too warm for a lot of avid swimmers. From shore I was able to see schools of fish go by as well as pelicans flying overhead.

All in all, we found Fort Lauderdale to be a fun, clean and vibrant city with a thriving downtown – something so many American cities are lacking these days. The city had a lot more to offer than we had time to explore so we would like to visit again someday. A future visit might entail taking more advantage of the water taxi, more paddling with the outrigger club, paddling in the Hugh Taylor Birch State Park, exploring the park to the south that we didn’t get to visit, renting bicycles to get around town, go snorkeling, taking a tour of the Everglades, taking in a few museums and boogie boarding.

Paddling in Fort Lauderdale October 2014

On our first day, we joined the Lanakila Iki Outrigger Canoe Club for its 8AM paddle on the Atlantic Ocean. It was an exciting day to be on the water because of the 30mph winds and the 5’ surf rolling in. Now, on Cayuga Lake, the winds are often 30mph but the waves are nowhere near 5’. This meant that we needed to push the 45’, 440 lbs. boat into the water right from the beach into the surf – going in slowly was not an option. Our steersperson, Paul instructed us to pull the boat into the water and as soon as your ankles get wet, jump in your seat. For a split second, I was a tad bit nervous that I would miss my seat, flip my paddle out of the boat, or otherwise make a complete ass of myself. Before I could conjure up any additional dreadful scenarios, there we were plunging the canoe into the crashing waves. I helped pull the boat into the water for just a few seconds before I hoisting myself into my seat like a pro.

I was one of two women in the six-person boat and sat just behind the stroke in seat two. Each person in the boat has a role and mine was to follow seat one, stroke for stroke but on the opposite side. Since Bill, in seat four was following my stroke, I had to be as consistent as possible. On a flatwater day, you have the opportunity to focus on the technical aspects of your stroke but this was not one of those days. The boat was steered directly into the waves and thus was rising and crashing down again and again as we battled the wind and spray. I was soon drenched and felt like seat one and I were riding a bronking bull. I couldn’t help but laugh and yell out “woo hoo” as another amazing amount of water would come crashing in on us. A few minutes out, I got some of the salty Atlantic in my left eye and realized that I forgot to put on my sunglasses that were still resting on top of my baseball cap. There was no opportunity to stop paddling and put them on so I just paddled on with one eye closed until we turned the boat around and took a quick break before heading back to shore. Frankly, I couldn’t see any better with the sunglasses on but at least my eyes weren’t stinging. When we were about 200’ off shore we started paddling harder and faster and enjoyed the surf glide on a few waves up onto the beach.

Our next opportunity to paddle with the club was on Tuesday evening down in Hollywood, about 20 minutes south of Fort Lauderdale. This time we paddled on the Intercoastal Waterway and were joined by three more boats of paddlers ranging from lightweight recreation paddlers to serious competitive teams. Bill and I were in separate boats this time. The water was calm and only broken by the boats, our paddles entering and leaving the water, and the fish jumping out of the water, presumably to avoid being eaten by something larger. I was looking forward to a nice recreational paddle but I didn’t realize that I had been assigned to a boat with several women who were practicing for a race in a few weeks. After practicing several race starts and paddling at breakneck racing pace for 20 minutes, I had the sneaky suspicion that I was going to get a much more intense workout than I was anticipating. I felt like I had unknowingly entered a German boot camp on water and the drill sargeant was directly behind me evaluating my every move and publicly commenting. When we took a break half way through I was drenched again, as I was in the first paddle with the club, but not from ocean spray but from sweat. It’s not that I didn’t need the workout but, well, I kinda wanted to enjoy the water and the sights just a little. During the break I made it clear that I was not prepared for that intensity of paddling and the very nice woman behind me eased up considerably on the way back to the docks.

Bill’s boat was much more laid back and took a more leisurely paddle along the same route as my boat. I couldn’t even have eye contact with Bill as we sped past them at race pace but I assumed he was having more fun than I was! All in all, it was a good paddle but I learned a valuable lesson… ask what the intention of the boat is before getting in it!

After the paddle on Tuesday night, we were fumbling in the dark trying to call a taxi to come pick us up. It was not a good scene as we were being eaten up by mosquitos and were going to have to wait who knows how long in an unlighted, closed park for the ride to arrive. Gratefully, two club members offered us a ride back up to Fort Lauderdale in their comfortable SUV. This was much appreciated as the taxi ride down cost $45 – a bit more than we expected but worth the cost.

The Lanakila Iki Club is certainly filled with a lot of really nice people and embodies the Aloha spirit. Everyone was welcoming and helpful and asked about our paddling up north.

Our third paddle with the club was back on Fort Lauderdale beach on a much calmer day. The lack of high winds and huge surf allowed me to focus on my stroke and form which was a relief from the first two paddles that week. From seat one, I set the pace for the boat and was able to enjoy the open water in front of me. As we headed north, we enjoyed great views of the hotels, palm trees and beaches. The buoys provided convenient start and stop points for power sets, providing a nice workout on our last full day in Fort Lauderdale.

The Lanakila Iki Outrigger Canoe Club was started in 1997 with a donated boat from the California based Lanakila Outrigger Club. In Hawaiian, “lanakila” means victory and “iki” means “child of.” So the club is the “child of victory” which started out small but is now about 50 members strong. Their first boat, the Thompsons Ka’Uhane was modeled on the beloved and famous Hawaiian boat Malia.