Patricia Sagastume

Move over, Freud. Your couch is being replaced by a piece of wood on wheels.

On the shady slopes of pavement in Greynolds Park in North Miami Beach, a therapy counseling session is in progress.

Once a week, amid the sprawling canopies of hardwood hammocks and mangrove forests, patients sort through emotions — while pushing on a longboard skateboard.

Donning kneepads and helmet gear, Alex Batista, 47, smiles as he rides silently alongside his therapist.

This weekend, music lovers have a special treat with the second annual Virginia Key Grassroots Festival of Music and Dance at Key Biscayne. This four-day event of live music,  includes camping, a sustainability fair, along with great food, meditation and yoga.

Reporter Patricia Sagastume tells us why the event is coming back despite last year’s rough start:

One day more than seven years ago, Debbie Brunson  woke up to an unfamiliar sound. She and her husband were camping on their land in the Redlands farming area. The sound she heard was that of an adult male Bob White quail.

It shocked her because she hadn't heard that bird call for over a decade.

"In Florida, there use to be quail everywhere.  But because of farming and pesticides and buildings,  they’ve disappeared," Brunson said.

In the late 1800's, the Everglades was a place for Native Americans, newly-freed slaves, naturalists, poachers, settlers and expansionists.

But by the end of the century, a massive influx of settlers were flocking to the Everglades for one thing:  to kill birds for their feathers.

It has been said that Marie Antoinette started the trend of using plumes to adorn her royal head - before she lost hers.

Methamphetamine addiction came into the spotlight recently with the TV show, Breaking Bad. Now, a Fort Lauderdale native is returning to his hometown to premiere his first film about the subject. 

The movie, Junction, premieres at Cinema Paradiso, as part of the Fort Lauderdale Film Festival. It’s a gritty portrayal of methamphetamine addicts who unravel before our eyes.

When it comes to clean energy projects like wind farms, where people stand on a proposal sometimes depends on where they sit. Take the case of the late Sen. Edward Kennedy, certainly a champion of green causes — until someone proposed building a wind farm off Cape Cod, where the liberal lion liked to do his sailing.

He fought the wind farm until he died.

The whitewall rubber tires, which until recently had been on the bottom of the ocean floor off the coast of Broward County, now look like deflated, salt-encrusted life preservers, and reek of the decayed smell of barnacles mixed with sea spray.

They are the stars of an art exhibit called “The Eclipse,” open now in Miami’s Wynwood district, a tribute to a failed plan to create an artificial reef and mankind’s attempts to remove the tires and save the ocean from even more destruction.