Sorry to be out of touch, I know I usually update my blog more often than this but I was in NYC for a month then San Francisco for a month now I'm back in Savannah. One thing I've come to realize is I have really amazing and magical friends everywhere which I am endlessly thankful for, and the other thing I realize is everywhere is just kinda ghetto. That's just the way it is. I had amazing photos of my life I wish to share with you, but a pirate stole my cell phone at a marina in San Francisco during a drunken sea shanty freak out. Oh Fiddle Dee Dee. Much blood sweat and tears has been shed over prates, but no longer. Now only Gentleman sailors Mermen and Mermaids allowed in this port.
I love Weeki-Wachee Florida. I visited a decade ago but plan to go again as soon as my flippers can flop me there. Here is a documentary about real life Mermaids who are even more bananas than I am about living the life aquatic. Thanks Vincent for sending in this fun documentary.
DOLPHINS USUALLY ONLY RAPE EACH OTHER ...UNTIL NOW
HEY AND IF YOU WANT TO LIVE ON A SHIP NOW YOUR SHIP HAS COME IN!
I HAD A DREAM THAT WAS A POEM
It also had an illustration of child in a shipwreck , that on closer inspection was a wooden bow spirit of a cupid. Laying with it's wooden cracking skin on a bed of sea weed.
The ship did wreck, but mercy was mild.
Among debris lay a sleeping child.
And as he lay himself to rest.
He made himself an angels nest.
This was in reaction to a pirate I knew and loved leaving his treasure behind and telling me to search for a diamond ring through it which I did not find. But instead found celestial maps navigational charts and sailing instructional books, brackish barnicales and repulsive palmetto bugs, pirate flags smelling of rotting seaweed, molded photos and money from long ago times and far away places. Fair winds to all of you who love the sea. And also to the landlubbers who dream to live the dream.
Love Dame Darcy