the greatest journey
Flying back home to Florida today.
It has been a memorable trip with plenty of laughs with good friends, good food, and even some romance.
Yet, as good a trip as it has been, sometimes, the greatest journey is the one we make inside our hearts……I rediscovered life and myself.
Will be back blogging on Tuesday. We reply to all and get back into the blogging thing.
Be well.
Hope you made your own great journey. Safe travels.
drunk on life
After a day in a Dominican hospital celebrating my Godson’s birth, I stopped for a mojito on my way home. That was on Oct 29th, 2019.
I never take photos of my drink, but it was a special occasion. Little did I know it was to be my last drink.
I returned to Florida in November 2019, not knowing I would begin the most challenging year of my life. Health, heart, and mortality consumed my thoughts the past twelve months.
Afraid of death, I totally stopped living.
Until this current vacation.
Apologies for my absence. I will be returning to blogging this week.
My last seven weeks have been filled with the hypnotic island music, sandy white beaches, and so many beautiful women.
Feeling healthy and happy.
I haven’t had a single drink, but I have been drunk on life…..
taking my recovery to the beach
Feeling stronger and ready to take my recovery to the next level.
As all my close friends know, nothing makes me happier than walks on the beach.
Flying out to the Dominican Republic today. On the island, I have my little love hut, and the support group I need (cooks, housekeeper, friends) to concentrate on getting stronger and building stamina.
It should also give me time to get back to serious writing, blogging, and poetry.
Hope all are well.
We will be in touch soon.
Happy blogging.
5 year anniversary
So, who misses their 5 year anniversary? This lonely boob, of course.
I am so caught up on my daily exercise, diet routine, and recovery, I completely missed my anniversary this past Monday (Sept 21st).
My blog has evolved over the years, from novel writing and humor to love, poetry, and sharing my fascination of women.
Will this blog keep evolving? Why are you asking me? How should I know?
Expect more poetry, beaches, and love for women. Hey, that is what I do! I am a leaf gliding on the wind, unsure where I am heading………
Perhaps, it will lead me straight to you.
Smooches people.
Lucifer
I have never been one for watching much TV, but this recovery sent me to the couch (where Alexa and my remote control became my best friends).
Caught a glimpse of this original series from Netflix called Lucifer.
Without giving anything away, the series is about the Devil (bored with his responsibilites in hell) decides to spend some time on Earth, where he falls for a beautiful Detective named Chloe Decker.
Like any great book or movie, what makes this fun series so entertaining is a great character. Portrayed by British actor Tom Ellis, Lucifer is a playful, flirty, woman loving gent with a habit of bad jokes and getting himself into trouble.
Sounds like anyone you know?
Lucifer has helped my smile through the pain, and even had me dreaming of post recovery flirting.
Just the thought has me feeling a litle devilish…..
😈
to blog or not to blog
Feeling much better. Finally past my pneumonia, but my ribs are still very sore from all of the coughing.
I can probably start blogging soon, but I have to find a healthy balance between blogging and staying physical. Doctors want me to be active to build up my strength.
So, I most likely will be posting with comments closed for a while and touching all of you when I stop by to read your posts and respond to your comments on my blog.
I hope all is well.
I really wanted to leave all of you with a charming, immature farewell comment, but none came to mind. An obvious sign I am not in shape yet. Although a blond in shorts at the produce section of the super market did lift my spirits. So, there is hope.
Be well.
my little red heart
This little red heart has been my loyal companion. She helped me through every cough and sneeze. She even rests on my chest as I sleep at night.
Doing well. I am past my little bout with pneumonia.
Walking everyday in an attempt to build up my strength and honestly, it is like starting all over again. Just taking life one step at a time.
Thank you all of your kind messages and wishes.
Anxious to reconnect with all of you.
Have a great week.
❤️
from my heart to yours
With everything prepared for my sudden surgery, I spent my Sunday answering 300 comments and reconnecting with all of you. Thank you for keeping me occupied.
Back in November, I started this struggle with my heart. For years, I consumed pain killers which were not FDA approved.
Now, I am paying the price. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I did this to myself. I only mention it so no one makes my same mistake.
My surgery (double bypass) is on Monday at 7:00 AM
From my heart to yours, a warm eternal thank you.
Never would have survived without you.
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. — John Lennon
Life is what happens…..
Monday of last week, I posted my first poem in two months (who am i). At that moment, I was feeling good, strong, and my recovery was going well. I knew I had open heart surgery on the horizon (Sept or Oct), but things were positive.
Then, my blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels.
This week, doctors have run more tests. They confirmed two arteries in my heart are deteriorating faster than they first suspected (one being the widow maker).
We are scrambling to get insurance approval, chest X-ray, EKG, carotid ultrasound, vein mapping, COVID test, and a meeting with an anesthesia team all complete.
I will do my best to answer all comments and read as many blogs as time permits.
This most likely will be my last post for a while.
Be happy. Stay inspired.
On a different note, I have updated The Man Behind The Blog. Please, feel free to drop a note there.
allégro
dancing are rays of moonlight
on the ocean
dancing are your verses
on my skin
goosebumps slowly transform
into prima ballerinas
dancing an eternal allégro
a pirouette of white plumes
stirring me with passion
tickling the crevices
in my soul
The Lonely Author 