Seeds of Potential

Growth, Travel, Freedom
Growth, Travel, Freedom
Seeds offer potential life. For me, it is personal growth and travel.

I woke this morning and realized that one of my avocados was getting dangerously ripe. I just cut off a small portion of the top and ate straight from the rind. When I got to the pit, I pulled it out, washed it off, then placed it with the others I have sitting next to my sink. I already have planted one, and there are only so many that you can realistically grow at any given point, so I just collect them. It suddenly struck me – I can’t throw them away!

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Welcome St Thomas Style


St Thomas is wild, chaotic, and wonderful! From the breathtakingly amazing views to the clear blue water to the haphazard homes plucked on the mountainside in complete ignorance of the “laws” of gravity, this place is a study in contradiction.

You are surrounded by obscene wealth and heartbreaking poverty. There is an undercurrent of hostility to the state-siders. We bring our money to spend, which supports life here, but we also bring traffic, drive up housing prices, and we can leave when the inevitable pitfalls of island life become more than we can handle.

As a state-sider, there are definite adjustments that you must make to live here. One, the grocery stores are limited and expensive by state-side standards. A block of cheese that I paid $2.50 for in the mainland, is $6.99 here.

Ironically, alcohol is sinfully cheap and way too easy to obtain. Frankly, it is very much a way of life here.

Steep Roads in St Thomas
The roads here are steep, poorly maintained, and like a roller coaster!

Gas is pricey, and you really must have a Jeep, or at least a 4-wheel drive vehicle, because the roads are practically vertical up the mountain and full of potholes. You also drive on the left side of the road, so you must constantly be ultra-aware of what you are doing. One false move and you hit someone or slide down a steep cliff. Frankly, I feel like I need to be drunk when I’m riding around on these roads! I am still not brave enough to take the wheel myself!

You cannot escape the mark of Hurricanes Irma and Maria. These storms devastated the islands a year ago, and the scars are deep and unmistakable. There is a nostalgia and ache for the life before “Irmaria” and a sadness that pervades every conversation about it. The locals are hanging on and desperately trying to return to normalcy, but the money has been slow to return. The governmental system which was “challenging” in the best of times has faced steep obstacles. The very lackadaisical Carribean lifestyle that calls to us is the very challenge that makes rebuilding slow and difficult.

Frenchtown in St Thomas
This chaotic view of St Thomas shows the blue FEMA top roofs, scary roads, tall mountains, then the beautiful ocean in the rearview mirror.

I have been fortunate to be here with a friend who has roots on the island. She has introduced me around, and it has been wonderful. The people have been open, hospitable, friendly and generous. I cannot express enough gratitude for the opportunity she has granted me to live and work in this unique and wild place for the next month.

I already feel the pull of the warm, tropical air. I’ll be back in a bit…

19 Months and A New Life

Miraculous Morning Change Your Life

I finished my journal last night. It is the journal I have been working from since February of 2017. In these 19 months, I have created a new life.

The very first entry was affirmations that I created after reading The Miraculous Morning by Hal Elrod. This post is not about that book, but it is a great read, and it inspired me to accomplish a number of things that I have in the past year and a half.


Here are the affirmations that I wrote on Feb 6, 2017:

  1. I want to live a lifestyle that allows me the opportunity to secure wealth and stability.
  2. I want to own land and property for both investment and wealth-building.
  3. I want to be healthy and slim to maximize my quality of life.
  4. I want to grow in my study of philosophy, the occult, and esoteric knowledge.
  5. I want to deepen my love and appreciation for my partner to bring us closer together and walking a shared path for as long as we both choose to do so.
  6. I want to write a book and become an author.

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7 Dates In 7 Days and What it Taught Me About Me

My partner of almost 7 years and I broke up in early July. It had been a long time coming. Our relationship had been getting more and more toxic, but we both feared the pain of the final goodbye.

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Health Insurance Blues

Today my boss “forced” me to go to the Emergency Room for an abscess on my foot. You see, I live in SW FL, and we have some nasty little boogers out here. I didn’t know if I was bitten by a bug, had an ingrown hair, or a flesh-eating staph infection. All I know is that my foot went from being a size 7 to a 10 in the past couple of days.
The thing is, I don’t have insurance. In my old job, I had health insurance. Every year, I would receive my 2-3% salary increase at the same time I received my 20% health insurance premium increase. My last position that offered health insurance was kind enough to cover up to 60% of my premiums, but I would have to cover 100% for my family. In other words, I would not get a paycheck. I kindly declined their “generous” benefit. Finally, I had enough. I decided to study herbal medicine, scour the internet for home remedies, and treat myself.

I get it – honestly, I really get it. Businesses can’t afford to cover the ever increasing insurance premiums along with the taxes and my salary. I get it. What I don’t get is the lame-ass argument that government backed health insurance or government run health care is somehow sub-standard. Maybe it is, but what I know is that I just incurred a $400 bill for a doctor to look at my abscess, tell me I had a slight fever, and give me a prescription for antibiotics.You see, I had already been draining my sore, applying heat to draw out the pus, using Neosporin to heal the sore, and using ice to help the swelling. I think the lesson I learned today was simply that I should continue to do what I was doing all along.

I do not wish to denigrate doctors. I suppose they too are captives in this ridiculous game that we all play here in America. You know, it’s the one that advocates a free market, while victimizing the weakest of its citizens. When I don’t have insurance, I don’t care about long waits, treatment denied, or whether or not my favorite doctor is able to help me. All I want is to make sure my foot isn’t going to rot off from some exotic bacteria.Thanks to our “free market” I got that today…for $400.
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