Find'em, Drill'em, Fill'em, Bill'em

Back in the not-so-kinder, but definitely younger days when I was married to a student dentist,  this (see title) was the Toothy Tune that the soon to be drillers, fillers and billers would hum.  At the time, it seemed harmless, silly and, well, yes, thoughtless. But like, who cared, eh?

Then along came the Karma concept, and all was revealed. You should be nicer, and maybe give a little bit. No, not the large burr, it's too expensive, but the little bit- because, like,  if you were not nice, then FATE would come along and bite you in the ass. And Harry Chrishna to ya too! It was definitely don't see, don't tell and inhale if you want, but keep it to yourself  time.

Then real life got in the way.

Three decades, two divorces, and kids later, and whaddya know?

It's find'em, drill'em, fill'em and bill'em time...all over again,  and with a cosmic, karmic twist...

And to the victims, go the oils.

What. Have. We. Done?

These pictures were taken two months ago, on the then clean beach in the Gulf of Mexico.

Make a wish...

At the time, we were busy complaining about the unseasonably cold weather.

while the gulls and terns flocked together for warmth and protection.

I wonder what they're doing now?

A Walk on the Beach

My beach is a river beach. It does not feel the gentle southern breezes that

waft over the Gulf of Mexico, unlike  this beach

on Sanibel Island in Florida, which does.

When I look over the water, the far shore I see is a small Ontario dairy farm. I don't see million dollar apartments owned by billionaires in Naples.

Their  luxury towers look like tiny lego blocks  defining adult play along the horizon. That's not what I came to see though. This is:

This incredibly artful arrangement is by Nature. And it changes every minute or so of every hour, every day, every week, every month, every year

...you get the picture.

These are creatures and tiny treasures I don't have on my beach.

They're worth travelling 1000's of miles to see.

Some things you can hardly see...

...like this lovely little plover who blends so perfectly, she's almost invisible. Or the small flock of gulls who instinctively turn into a soft gray and white cloud hiding in plain sight on the beach from the eagle's eye overhead.

This jelly fish is the ultimate surprise on the beach ...it just sits there, looking phlemgy and disgusting. Step on it? Never! Providing I see it first that is.

On my river beach, the jelly fish wouldn't win the ugly competition, although they are green and slimey.

A twig on the edge of the beach moved. Not a twig after all.

Ah, Nature, you are so clever!

A beach is a place where I can get lost and find myself.

By looking without, I become calmer within.

It is the small things that bring the most joy.

It doesn't have to twinkle above you for you to make a wish.