Carolina Blue

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Carolina Blue glimmered this week —

On the sultry shores of the south —

On the week of the 4th the sea was murky, dismal, and gray —

Ocean Isle 2016 4th of July

I suppose the lack of storms accompanied with the intense heat

soothed the tumultuous seas.IMG_0016

Thank You, God, both the occasion —Blessed was I  to be there to see.

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Amazing how things change in a matter of weeks — or, sometimes  minutes it seems — Shrimp Tales and Tides

Ebbs Flow, Swells Swing, the Sun, Moon, and Stars sing  ever-changing songs of God’s Mood Ring —Beneath the Toiling Sea—Oceans of Emotion— and some of its own — but mostly revealed on the surface… Reflections of you and me.

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What If All Dreams Came True

Fireworks3-2[1]The morning sun shone through the rift of the blinds one morning, and my semi-conscious mind must have processed the red-eyelid-grid it saw as the fret-board of a cosmic stringed instrument. I began hearing the most beautiful music I have ever heard, as my mind’s eye watched each glistening sun-ray pluck the strings. I remember being astonished by its dexterity, and melodic perfection. Upon awakening, I tried to duplicate the notes I had heard, and saw, on my guitar—If only I could remember them note for note.— From what little I was able to remember, and attempt to simulate on the fret-board, the notes seemed impossible to play in one key. Almost as if each note came from one of the 24 individual keys of the musical spectrum. It totally seemed to of been an impossible dream— But, what if all dreams came true?  I thought, and then it was gone…Fireworks1[1]

I was standing on a sea-shore, in some far away place beyond the familiar sea, where nothing looked real, or resonated with me. There were neon colors, and bird-like creatures. Lifelike, but surreal. I perceived them with all 5 senses at once. I felt, tasted, heard, smelled, and saw them — from one sense of awareness — at once. I wanted to talk to them, so I tried to open my mouth, instead my eyes opened. And I awakened. It was over…                                                         What if all dreams came true?728px-Cairina_moschata_head_norway-1[1]
I heard the phone ring as I was walking in through a large glass door leading to a hallway between two rows of desks occupied by dogs with huge human like grins, when suddenly one of them leaped out at me and said…     “You Won The Lottery”  —  But, then, of course, I woke up. doggrinningsoapoprah11[1]
I dreamed I was in a terrible hurricane, worse than any of the ones I’ve experienced first hand on the Carolina coast. It was terrifying. Water started moving in beneath my feet, and gradually rose to the level of my chin. Suddenly, a tidal wave came crashing over me, the town, and everyone, and everything, as far as I could see. And, then I woke up — But, what if every dream really did come true? Or. What if some really are warnings? What if we knew that every dream would come true? What If every dream did come true?buildingrestorationsnobridge2[1]

 

 

 

 

Graphic Images by TylaMac

Tidal Wave Image by devourerofsouls 

Grinning Dog ?

 

 

Hurricane

 

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Clouds rolling, fishing boats trolling, no one hurries, no worries.

Why would they?

Just another week before, times so oft seen ashore – Hurricane

Seas at calm, humidity and balm, casting nets, no one frets-

And why should they?

Three days still ahead, winds blustery, no imminent dread – Hurricane

Some boats docking, nothing shocking, tides ebb and flow as always.

And why shouldn’t they?

Two days out, growing swells, winds blow wet, fishy smells – Hurricane

Batten down the hatches, ply-wood patches, windows X’ed, and boarded.

Just another day.

Sea walls breach, waters roll in, cars flood the bridge again – Hurricane

Red sky morning, a sailors warning, fishing pier nearly covered.

Will it hold?

Windows smashing, palm trees lashing, bridges crashing – Hurricane

Houses falling, winds a squalling, power shorted, beach aborted—

Where are they?

People missing, windows hissing, trees falling, rivers mauling – Hurricane

Pier is gone, squeals and moans, rip-tides ravaging main street.

When will it end?

Skies darken, as the sea resides, no where left on earth to hide-Hurricane

Barometric vacuum steals breath from lungs, too late now no-where to run.

Tidal Wave!

Forty-foot wall of deadly force, headed inland with no remorse-Hurricane

Sudden blast of horrendous sound, no-one to hear it,  there is no –

Town

 

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The Man in the Moon

Seeeth thou ever the man in the moon?

Searched as a child with never the boon.

In the crescent? I asked. Harvest, or half?

You see him? They’d say, with a half heart-ed laugh.

For years I squinted at the sphere in the air.

Envisioned him at leisure in his rocking chair.

Or was he standing? Or, walking? Or riding a bike?

Soon gave up looking, still as a tyke.

Years passed quickly, ne’er had I seen.

Throughout my boyhood, on through the teens.

Probably they were jeering, of me making fun.

Or, could they really see him? Guess I’m the only one.

I gave up ever looking, a sight I’d never find.

Rarely looked above me, to the moon I was blind.

Grew to be a man,  more important considerations.

Began listening to God —a lonely  heart, my only oblation—

I grew much stronger,  His love grew my faith.

Looking up to thank Him, and there it was—

His beautiful, love filled face.

 

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 Psalm 89:37

It shall be established for ever as the moon, and as a faithful witness in heaven.

“Croatan Hawk”

Inspired by the first ( documented ) European child born on American Soil ─ Virginia Dare, and the Croatan Indians:  

    “Coharie Slough”
From times of Colonial script ─ troubles, and Indian lore ▒ A people then called “driftwood ,” along southern swamps and shores.
Strong enough to fight when pushed─ brave enough to stand.  Smart enough to live in peace─for a piece of what was once their land.
They fought one side or the other, in every “New World” war─ vested forthwith, the only gift ─ black-water, and the gift to drift no more.
Stories are endless, and many.  Archives misconstrued… But between the lines of Carolina pines, The Croatan  still stand true.

                                                                                                   Croatan Arrow Dream Catcher 006 Croatan Arrow Dream Catcher 001 Croatan Arrow Dream Catcher 002 Croatan Arrow Dream Catcher 003 Croatan Arrow Dream Catcher 005

Originally, the Croatan inhabited the present day Island of Hatteras,─ part of the North Carolina Outer-Bank ─ formerly known as Croatoan. More  written on the Croatan Tribe, and Virginia Dare, of the lost colony here: ─ Colony Lost From the Start       

“Coharie Slough”

From times of Colonial script ─ troubles, of Indian  lore ▒ A people then called “driftwood ,” along southern swamps and shores.

Strong enough to fight when pushed─ brave enough to stand.  Smart enough to live in peace─for a piece of what was once their land.

They fought one side or the other, in every “New World” war─ vested forthwith, the only gift ─ black-water, and the gift to drift no more.

Stories are endless, and many.  Archives of misconstrue… But between the lines of Carolina pines, The Coharie still stand true.Coharie Snake Dream Catcher 010

“Coharie Slough” Hand Carved Snake wrapped forked Bass Wood Branch with Dream Catcher… Snake  carved from woody river vine, Gator head carved into the Bass limb, and the spear head carved out of Red Cedar. Bass Wood and Cedar  stained with Red Oak, for the deeper, darker tones, and the snake stained with Natural. All leather is genuine leather made in Italy, including the wrapping on dream catcher. Comes with faux Eagle feathers, and two dancer bells. ( Inspired by the Coharie Tribe)Coharie Snake Dream Catcher 014Coharie Snake Dream Catcher 006Coharie Snake Dream Catcher 004Coharie Snake Dream Catcher 004Coharie Snake Dream Catcher 001

“Woods Art”