Living a dream

img_4350You have heard of the saying, would you rather soar with Eagles or soar with the Turkeys. I like the Toucan in Costa Rica ; it seems to be the majestic bird of this country;It is a nice saying to motivate people to rise to the occasion and put forth their  best effort to grasp the golden ring. Actually it was a brass ring on the carousel when it was popularized in the 1800’s. Not too many carousels around today, but in the early days it was very popular with long waiting lines to go around and around in a circle and getting nowhere. Hence the old saying of doing the same thing over and over; going around in circles, never accomplishing your quest.

It is easy to fall into this trap in writing, where you use the same idea over and over; causing you to become boring; the same old story over and over again. It is the fear I have while writing a Novel series where a family members are similar and you wish to make them individually different, What do you do? In my novel; The Man with a Limp, I named a daughter Charlie after an FBI Agent named Charles. The publisher kept confusing the two making endless corrections and a difficult editing problem. Never again will I make the mistake of naming a child after a colleague.

I like to read articles and use them as basis of stories. There are so many great writings in the news that I like to make a story from the history of the world events.  I Like to research via the internet which I find easy as I write with my I pad. My poetry was written on motorcycle trips as I traveled the USA. Poetry seemed to flow at the ocean beaches of California and the Redwoods of Oregon. I like finding beautiful scenery as I cruise up highway one. Many times I would sit on the side of the road, on the seat of my full dress Harley, when inspiration would strike.

I guess you could say I was flying with the Eagles as the wind hit my face, How do you find your inspiration? Living in Costa Rica helps me jump start my new adventures. It is never too hot or too cold where I chose to live. The beauty is never ending.; I have a full view of Lake Arenal from my Cabin and this area brings out the imagination of life. I feel very fortunate to live here; I hope everyone can live in peace and serenity. In my second novel, The Chameleon Returns, I use the ocean as a backdrop of the adventure. It will be out soon, until then, fly with the Eagles 🦅, Pura Vida! Press the link below for my bookstore at Litfire Publications:

Eagles

Things have calmed down since the bomb attempts of 2018. Lucky and Carla have become an item. Carla has transferred to the Monterey office so she can live with Lucky in Santa Cruz.
Lucky’s Mother Sunny has grown to love Carla and Lucky could not be happier. Jack is busy at the Restaurant and has found a new woman himself. Jasmine owns a surf shop and gives surfing lessons. Jack calls her Jazz,
“Why do you call me Jazz?”
“It is what you do to me Jazz; you are like a great piece of music that is ever-changing. You keep me feeling great,”
Jack smiles. Jack calls Lucky, it is Saturday morning, and Jazz is at the restaurant, so Jack invites Lucky and Carla for breakfast. Breakfast will be at ten, out on the sand, at Lucky’s favorite spot. Jack wanted a change of pace, so he ordered a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. Each glass has a peppered asparagus, an olive, and a sprig of thyme.
“Jack, what is the occasion?” Lucky ask.
“Yeah Honey, what is all the hubbub about Bub?” Retorts Jazz laughingly.
As Jack stands, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box, and falls to one knee.

 

 

Good morning Aguacate!

The dove is hooting early this morning. Maybe because the clouds lay low and the breeze is quiet, no rain . A neighbor is up early cooking and it smells delicious. Up in the early morning hours before the rooster crowed. The hens are doing their usual cackling around the house. It surprises me how they gather around our house. The ground around their domicile must be deleted of nutrients, food.

The river waters are flowing louder than usual; cascading over the rocks and soothing the mind with it’s rhythmic roll. I love the early morning rituals of nature in Aguacate. The roads begin to pick up with traffic. The monkeys do not like drivers too early in the morning, they voice their annoyance as a half ton truck rolls by. Even LaLa and LuLu bark their displeasure as the truck disturbs our quiet air.

Mostly calm, no loud radios or televisions blasting their annoyance. All my windows are open; I wish to capture every once of fresh air and listen to natures music,God is orchestrating my way. Soon I will make some hot chocolate and play Words with Friends. I will only play for an hour and go to work advertising my books. I downloaded six books I need to read. I will choose one and read awhile, then take the dogs to the park, weather permitting.

Another beautiful day in Aguacate, enjoying life! You can not get cookies until you put your hand in the cookie jar. Go forth and enjoy your day. Be proactive and reach for the golden ring. Take everything life has to offer: life would not show you it’s abundance if it did not want you to have it. PURA VIDA!

Life

Hidden Away

I am hidden away from the fray
Deep in the rainforest faraway
No news to make me dismayed
Disgruntled or ashamed

Enjoying the fresh air
Enjoying the life style of devil may care
Absent is the need to
Relaxing a must do

I am among friendly faces
In simpler times and places
Few distraction to annoy
Nature to enjoy

I awake to singing birds
Low clouds and swaying ferns
Wild breezes that keep me cool
Gecko’s chirping their tune

Fall asleep to croaking frogs
Winds like sirens through the fog
WRains that pound the metal roof
Then silence, it’ a hoot!

Few trucks, cars or loud noises
No blasting radios to annoy
Welcome to Lake Arenal and the Living Forest
“Pura Vida” is the chorus”

The Good Life