Golden Parachute?


i am a mess…
bangs hanging low over my eyes
sand covering my clothes
the sun has risen
i am sweating
my arms full
of treasures
from the sea
grinning ear to ear

i pause and think
this must be my

gold·en par·a·chute

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i was just given a large
amount of conch shells-
11 to be exact-
i have lived in cocoa beach
for 11 years now
is this a sign-
a symbol?
what am i to read into this gift?
will there be more?
would i just be satisfied with
a leisurely morning walk
on the beach
shells or not?
am i supposed to want more tangible
“golden objects”-
instead of barnacled washed up shells?

barnacled me
barnacled me

in the book
Who Moved my Cheese by Chris Taylor
i am told i need to
acknowledge the
“Golden Egg”
meaning- change happens
the book tells me
in no uncertain terms
the following-
Monitor your current situation regularly for mold
“Noticing small changes early help you adapt to the bigger changes that are to come.”
Move your own Cheese
“It’s a lot better to initiate change while you can than it is to try and react and adjust to it.  Maybe we should move our own Cheese.”

why is everything needing to be golden?
one can get lost in the enormous
amount of books out there to help
us navigate life.


The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey
How to Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie
Swim with the Sharks Without Being Eaten Alive by Harvey B. Mackay

to name a few,
and what senior in High School does
not receive the book

Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss/Theodore Geisel

it’s no wonder so many people wander
place to place
questioning who they are
what they are to do
and how much money they need to make
to just survive…

family reunion
where do i go?

which of course leads me back
to the beach
and my walk…
breathing in all the madness
running through my head
i still myself
sit upon the sand
shells by my side
and rest…
people are always going to try
and steal your cheese
your parachute will never be
the prettiest
or big enough…
we must learn to
balance our lives
the grace, light, love and energy
of GOD.

pick up those shells
accept the hand me downs to wear
buy used books
eat your left-overs
be grateful
be kind…
because in the end
God doesn’t care who we know
what our title was
or how much money we made…
he cares that we stopped
to help someone in need
to lend a hand
give a hug
share a meal
or just be still and listen…

i will walk the beach
most days
there are no shells
knowing full well
the most perfect
is the one who is the center of my life
the one I carry with me every day
the one that helps me balance
and for me
that is GOD.