News from Dolphin Central...
by way of North Carolina
Fall Equinox 2017

Miracles are both beginnings and endings and so they alter the temporal order.
They are always affirmations of rebirth, which seem to go back, but really go forward.
They undo the past in the present and release the future.  
                                                                       ~A Course in Miracles
                                                                       (shared by my friend Rabbit)
I write to you as we sit in Asheville, North Carolina with leaves falling and the air cool. We have been offered sanctuary during this evacuation from hurricane Irma by a friend from my Earth Day International days back in the 90's, Valerie. I am humbled by the outpouring of love and support from so many. So, I want to say thank you and share our blessings with you on this Fall Equinox.
A view of the woods in Asheville
There has been a miracle! Our home in the Keys was in the eye of the hurricane and there was only 6 inches of salt water under our stilt home. Two gates are blown in and one screen downstairs is ripped, yet many objects are still sitting exactly where we left them. The house had some fascia torn off on one end, but that is pretty much it. I did leave 6 large crystals in the house as protectors and asked them to hold the fort, and hold they did...Now, that is a major MIRACLE in my book.
I planted some palm trees many years ago, and I placed crystals in the holes before they went in, asking them to protect the house. My heart is sad for my 4 palms that went down, as we are not there to right them. Yet, the way they fell protected our home and for that I am grateful.
During this evacuation so many synchronistic events have occurred and I am overcome by how this has all played out. It's almost unbelievable.
We were planning to take my husband's truck to Ft. Meyers for the engine to be overhauled on September 3rd. Irma changed her track, so instead, we were packing and preparing furiously to evacuate the next morning. I knew what was coming. Something in me said, "I'm not staying for this one."  We caravanned with our vehicles and headed out pulling THE IMP II. Once we got through the initial traffic, we could run at no higher than 50 mph, as Art's truck was losing a gallon of radiator fluid every half tank of fuel from the six bolts that hold the engine together. It took 4 slow days, but we made it up the west side of Florida, into Georgia, and all the way to Tennessee.
Here is the Synchronicity: the truck is still in the shop, so we remain in the comfort of not being in a hurry to return to the Keys. My son has taken care of the few must do's at the house, so that relieves us. Our Mayor has asked that folks not return yet if you don't have to because the resources are limited and the water and sewer still out. All of this has allowed us to find peace here in the mountains at 4200+ feet and see the gentle
Art and I at the high point in the Smokies
changes of the leaves starting to occur with the crisp autumn breeze on my face.
So many friends have offered us safe harbor and the feeling is magnificent and humbling. We had planned to go to friends in Maine for our "hurrication", but now they are experiencing Hurricane Jose. We know we need to start heading south, so we accepted our friends, Dolphin and Stephanie's, invite to a cabin all to ourselves. Their friends, now our friends Susan and Phillip, own it and offered it to us. How incredible the outpouring of love and support! This is what one human family feels like.
 Supportive and caring.
A view of the lake
The cabin sits on a lake in Ten Mile, TN with a dock with an amazing bounty of wildlife in a very quiet peaceful cove. That also puts us half way between my Worth It Virtual Assistant, Jenn in Chattanooga, and my little sister Shellee just north of Knoxville, so more friend and family visiting will happen.
When you get out of the way of a storm like Hurricane Irma, SANCTUARY is what you need. The Creator has provided for us yet again through our friends and family in the most beautiful settings. A big Thank You to Bill Miller too for another minor MIRACLE, boat storage of THE IMP II at his Boys Club on his farm. We lightened our load, with safe harbor for the boat and Art's truck in repair, and we crossed the Smokies in a slow leisurely pace. We have appreciated these few extra days of peace here in Asheville.
Art on the deck with view to the yurt
We are in Valerie's yurt next to her home in the mountains. What a lovely experience that has been for us. Protected, comfortable and still so close to nature. Couple that with a visit from our long-time friend Rabbit, who used to live in the Keys, who came with the message of miracles that leaves me feeling hopeful again.
Falcon Hurst...My Tree House Island
All of these days away from home and I am reminiscing. Many fond memories of my childhood flood me as I await the word to head home. Hurricanes have a way of taking away one mangrove island, just to create another one miles away. For anyone in Key West during hurricane Wilma, we all know of "Wilma Key" that popped up out west. 

Falcon Hurst
So, imagine being able to play on an uninhabited off-shore island as a little girl growing up in Key West Florida, how cool would that be? It strikes me that I am still that little girl playing on that island now, at 69 years old. The mangrove tree that the tree house was in, blew away in hurricane Donna in 1960 on my 12th birthday.  Lesson learned by hind sight: all mangrove trees are weakened by nails put in them. Such as all the swimming hole trees that we nailed a piece of wood in so we could climb up and swing out and jump off, those too are gone now. Still, that tree house and those memories are rich touchstones for me today. I remember my Daddy used every opportunity when he was in port to take my brother and I out to work on the tree house. I was reading Swiss Family Robinson at the time so we named ours Falcon Hurst like they did.
Long before that, Daddy took the family of 6 out in the boats he built. As the family grew, Daddy built another bigger boat and gave my brother the 12-ft runabout named the Ronnie L. My brother Ron was 18 months older than I, and like me, was glued to my Dad when he was in port. Never ones to miss out on an adventure, our two sets of feet always hit the deck at 4:00AM when Daddy would say "anyone want to go fishing?" I learned from Ron that Dad didn't just go fishing, they went exploring. I could not understand my two sisters for staying home and doing house work. I wanted to join the team that was exploring and feeding the family instead of the home team who kept our house nice.
What I didn't realize then was that I was being trained as a Tropical Oceanic Wilderness Guide by the seat of my bathing suit at only seven years old. The purest fun on the backcountry islands of the Gulf side of the Lower Keys was pulling back the mangroves and peeking into each and every island with wonder and amazement. Let me take you there now......
One of my favorite mangrove trees
We arrive in a small boat and see a beach when we look down a slot between the Red mangrove trees that we pull back. This island has land made of sand from storms that roll up a 16-ft channel from the northwest. There is a magical glow of green over the whole island. The bugs aren't bothering us too bad, so off to the right we go. The path follows the high tide line and there are low succulent ground cover plants that smell pungent when you step on them. About half way to the end of the right side of the island we see a path that cuts off to the middle of the island on our left, away from the water. It is soupy and a little stinky as we slosh through black mangrove roots that are coming up like snorkels to breathe air.
In the distance, as we stop to let our eyes adjust to the low light coming through the tree canopy, we see an open area. Wow! We are surprised by a very old manmade structure in the middle of what seems to us to be a meadow. Now it is only a platform up on big poles like legs about head high on this little girl. Later we learn about a hermit who lived out here in the time before the railroad. There are white and yellow butterflies and dragon flies in beautiful colors.
The "meadow"on Falcon Hurst
It seems spooky and yet we go straight ahead towards the water on the back side of the island and then loop to the right. We have to do the limbo under and climb over some of the trees, but it's more fun than it is difficult. At the end, as we curve back, it opens up wide like the feeling of being in a cathedral and we stand in awe below the ancient forest of very tall red mangroves that are centuries old. The ground is covered with moss and we are aware of the fairy sprites that protect this heavenly place. We can see out from under the trees to the other islands in the distance and the colors are gorgeous aqua and green like stained glass, but no one can see us. It is so quiet, peaceful and lush like something in a dream. A Great White Heron croaks when we surprise him and we nearly jump out of our skin. Then, we head back along the front of the island where we left the boat and we leave the other end of the island to be explored another day.

Before I knew of Ron and Dad's adventures, they would drop Mom and we three girls off on Falcon Hurst and we would play pirates and make tea parties out of things that had floated up. Mama would have seen very little of Dad if she hadn't brought us along as infants in her arms on Dad's boating adventures. I graduated from tea parties when I heard Ronnie's tales of exploring deep into the surrounding islands. Most of the islands don't have any land at all, just mangroves with little tidal creeks meandering through. This was the life for me.
At seven years old, I could see in my classmates, during summer recreation out at Higgs Beach, their abject fear of the water. Yet I was down on the bottom bringing up all manner of sea life to show them up on the pier. I still remember the moment when something deep inside me decided that I was going to grow up and teach kids not to fear what is in the sea. I told Daddy that taking people exploring was 
Teaching friends how to snorkel
what I wanted to do with my life and he took me seriously. He really trained Ron and I to do everything out there. He used his words and we used our hands, just in case anything happened to him, so we would always get home safe. He was a very wise man ahead of his time. His way of teaching us, now they call it Montessori, was a method of raising his children to leave
home with ability and confidence.
Over many months we took materials out to our Falcon Hurst and built the most fantastic tree house a kid could dream of. There was a trap door in the bottom that locked. The windows locked and had screens when we cranked out the shutters. There was a trap door on top so we could climb out and fish from the roof. We had a bunk for Dad and bunk beds for Ron and me. We kept canned goods and water and cooked down on the beach on a grill.
When Dad was away at sea working as a Navy Sonar-man, he let Ron and I go out and work on Falcon Hurst. Those were some great years when I was 10 years old and we earned the privilege and trust of our father to go out to the island by ourselves. We knew just how far our 6-gallon tank of gas would go and still get us back home. Dad built 3 boats while we lived in Key West from 1945 to 1962 and the best were the last three years when we were cut loose to play by ourselves.
Inside Falcon Hurst
Over the years I have shared Falcon Hurst and taken friends for a walk down memory lane. I tell anecdotal stories of me playing there as a child, show them my favorite hide outs from by brother, and bask in the sheer magic of the island. It is a place that has always spoken to my soul and the little girl in my heart. Gratefully, I am still living that dream today.  
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Snorkelers in front of the Imp II

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