For over two decades, my husband and I have vacation traveled to remote islands of the South Pacific, Caribbean and South America. We fell in love with the simple lifestyle of the islanders, turquoise ocean, sandy beaches and lush green landscape. So we began to search the islands of Hawaii and Florida Keys for our dream home; as we did not want to leave our beautiful majestic USA and be in a country where we would be afraid of losing our land and property.
One bright day in the early 1990’s, on our way to Key West, we drove through the Gulf Coast of Anna Maria Island and instantly felt a sense of belonging. The island was unknown and undeveloped. Beachfront property was inexpensive. The only market on the island was a mom and pop store. The islanders and few visitors were laid-back and friendly. Life seemed easy, unhurried, just what we were looking for. But what are we going to do for a living here, on this seven miles long island? By fate, we found a diamond in the rough, a family compound right on the beach, with four bungalows and a house. It was more than we could afford to buy but we knew deep inside that this would be the place. It’s our little piece of paradise to share enjoyment with families, friends and visitors from all over the world. It’s a special place for love, work and enjoying a serene beach life every single day. So we took a leap of faith, sold off everything we had in California, and begun our adventure into Anna Maria Island, our “Neverland.”
Outside our kitchen’s door, a giant Australian pine tree stands like a guardian angel. Each day as we watched the sunsets from our lanai room and kitchen, we wondered what the view would be like from the tree top. What would it feel like as a squirrel or a bird up there in the branches? Just like kids, we have had this urge to climb into it, look up, look out, play, and explore all the feelings it got to offer. Our curiosity has stirred up inside the fantasy of a Swiss Family Robinson tree house, just a small one as a private spiritual escape, to enjoy tranquility and harmony with nature from above…
This book is a documentary of our adventure back into our childhood’s dream, filled with enlightening facts, peppered with fictions, embellished with emotions, overblown frictions, light-hearted fairy tales and fables. This is the saga of how we built our beachfront tree house, our love hut and the journey we have traveled to keep it standing, safe from destruction. See for yourself how a simple whimsical happy do-it-yourself fantasy was turned into a tangle of controversy creating thrills, excitement, nightmares, headaches and heartaches for months. As of the writing of this preface, the end is unknown but I have faith that it will end well. As per the laws of the universe, where there is yin, there is yang. Yin and yang form harmony and balance. Where there is negative, there is positive, and bright light is the result. Love quenches hate. Adversity creates opportunity. The tree house ordeal is propelling me to my first book and provides me with inspiration.
My heart beat…
O sunlight of my life
Here I am
Eyes closed, I stand with you to the end of time…
I’m not a poet and want to be
I love my beautiful great life in the tree
I want to live until eternity…
Please save me and let me stand the storms of time
A cool tree house in its whistling pine tree on the beach of life
Built and created with love by Lynn, Richard and Rocky…
Poem adapted from my great grand-uncle (T.V.T. 1915-1988)