Hello, I'm Henry.  

Welcome aboard my blog's home. 

If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

Click this way and scroll along if you please...Enjoy your stay.   

Glimpsing Paradise

Glimpsing Paradise

Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Chris Cross ~ "Sailing"

Gazing Hawksbill

I once imagined heaven as anywhere unlimited ice cream was readily available.  Then I went through a teenage phase where pizza took the top spotlight.  And when my college peers espoused a free-flowing keg spigot as a path to eternal nirvana, I knew immediately after my first sip of beer, heaven was somewhere else.  Of course being male, I once envisioned unbridled, unabating and unprotected hedonistic ecstasy as heavenly, but then I realized that was only my virile base male fantasies kicking in.  And when religions started to knock on my consciousness, I realized I could never attach myself to some absurd vision of pie-in-the-sky pearly-gates or 17-18 virgins awaiting my arrival. My paradises would be more earthly.

When someone more worldly than I mentioned

"It's not about the destination, dummy; it's about the journey."

, I started questioning my concept of paradise. When I eventually realized heaven is not a place to me - it is a state of mind and a state of being - I began to experience heaven everywhere.

Humans spend a great deal of the time and energy looking for answers (i.e: meaning of life, happiness, love, eternal life, salvation, financial security, etc.). But like so many Google search or quests for a holy grail where we often think the answer is far away. The irony is that the answers are often much closer than we think. I can write this because in my search for heaven, I found it many times and many ways.

Like tides and waves my view of heaven changed with time. But I tend to believe love and peace ALWAYS and All WAYS take me to the so-called "promised land".  Actually, it is ALL WAVES tend to transport me to paradise.

Hawksbill Cay in the northern part of the Exuma Land and Sea Paradise.

Tyler and Meg beaching it.

Leaving Mystique to go to the western beach

Some of the Loyalist ruins and remnants from the late 1700's

Fresh water?

Halfway across the island, Meg views Hawksbill Cay's eastern Atlantic shore.

Plastic pieces everywhere near the tide line. Paradise?

My son thinks he can carry me.

Nicole's Return

Nicole's Return

Wake-Up Calling

Wake-Up Calling