Going Ashore!
Going ashore!
Going ashore!
The first 9 years of Dolton Ambrose-Cole life we lived alone aboard my little sailboat, Syrena. We were moored on a mooring I installed myself, just outside City Marina, downtown Charleston. After only a few weeks of Dolton and I getting out of the hospital, David, Doltons dad, up and left us. Moved out. Gone. He never really came back. Maybe physically, kinda, but I never felt safe with him after that. Because it was an ultimatum/manipulation, him vs my older son, Kyle Bilik and me the loser, with my back against an impossible wall. To choose someone who could leave me over my child? I am just not that kind of mum. Kyle was busy forging his own life. So Dolton and I made our way, bobbing around out there on a little sailboat. All the weather, pirates and storms. All the incidents and accidents of one of the east coasts most difficult harbours. All within sight of the Atlantic ocean that we sailed across from the Bahamas. Dolton learned to walk on a sailboat and I learned how little I really needed. I painted my heart out while he grew stronger. He came home so medically fragile. Apnea monitor, oxygen blow-by , a feeding tube hole in his stomach, blind, see thru bones from being on I.V. fluids for so long. 157 
days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit we were there together. They said he would always have asthma. He came home with a contraption called a nebulizer but we lived with a wind generator and no electric, so we bought a generator. They said he would always suffer from severe lung disease, but somehow, a sort of miracle happened because he ended up...healthy. Maybe living 24/7/365 on the sea? IDK. What I do know is that we spent our days listening to music and rocking to the waves. I watched him follow a strand of my hair all the way to the end and then let go when he got there. I knew then that he would experience hair and the rest of his world by using touch as well as the rest of his senses. After that, I had hope. Seagulls sang to us and we had dolphins sleep near our boat, in the shade. We laughed and danced and left all that medical stuff behind, living within 
the energy of the sea and sun without any filter, like a house, or concrete. I surrendered myself to this little child and the process of his healing. I got to make some pretty artwork that we shared with the world. I was even inducted into the Ocean Artists Society with Wyland, Guy Harvey and James Cameron. I painted the ocean. Like, a lot but this is just a brief synopsis of a mermaid who ran aground. A humble description of how to survive something one could have looked at as a major disaster. The trick that helped me was simple:
days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit we were there together. They said he would always have asthma. He came home with a contraption called a nebulizer but we lived with a wind generator and no electric, so we bought a generator. They said he would always suffer from severe lung disease, but somehow, a sort of miracle happened because he ended up...healthy. Maybe living 24/7/365 on the sea? IDK. What I do know is that we spent our days listening to music and rocking to the waves. I watched him follow a strand of my hair all the way to the end and then let go when he got there. I knew then that he would experience hair and the rest of his world by using touch as well as the rest of his senses. After that, I had hope. Seagulls sang to us and we had dolphins sleep near our boat, in the shade. We laughed and danced and left all that medical stuff behind, living within the energy of the sea and sun without any filter, like a house, or concrete. I surrendered myself to this little child and the process of his healing. I got to make some pretty artwork that we shared with the world. I was even inducted into the Ocean Artists Society with Wyland, Guy Harvey and James Cameron. I painted the ocean. Like, a lot but this is just a brief synopsis of a mermaid who ran aground. A humble description of how to survive something one could have looked at as a major disaster. The trick that helped me was simple:Don't look! Just do...
Understand this one thing, your reality will be what you focus on. Just breath. Stay present. Look for the joy in all the little things. That's where the love is. With love comes a higher vibration. A higher vibration gives you better control over directing what you want from your life. I promise you. Dolton, I know you will read this one day. I love you and there is no limit to that love xo
