“Steve and Harry” Best Pals and Furry Loved Ones…

Steve and Harry” Best pals and furry loved ones…

My neighbors furry loved ones were named after me. “Harry and Steve” are best pals too…

“Steve” is my first name. “Harry” is my middle name. These handsome souls were named after me, so I’m told…

Harry and Steve are just like me too. Both laugh a lot just like me…

Harry and Steve bark with love and kindness just like me. Both are kind and loving souls just like me and my neighbors too..

Somedays Harry walks alone with his sister, Zoey. He is with his mom, Kathy sometimes too…

Harry is the most happy when Steve comes along with with sister Zoey. I see them sitting together hugging and laughing just like best pals do…

Both always stop for a visit with me. I love catching up with Zoey, Harry, and Steve…

Harry and Steve listen with anticipation and excitement. Both are anxious for a walk through the rain forest down to the sea…

I dream of Zoey’s ‘Pub Brownies’ from the Horn… And, so do Harry and Steve…

As Zoey, Harry and Steve head down the trail through the rain forest to the sea, I dream of scrumptious yummy ‘Pub Brownies’ from the Horn Brew n Pub…

I love Harry and Steve! For I know they love me and all of us too…

Harry and Steve are my name sakes. Both love Zoey’s ‘Pub Brownies’ from the Horn just like me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan…

“Lucy” The Girl Who Stole My Heart and Soul…

“Lucy”
“Jen”
“Jack ‘n’ Glady” my favorite great nephew and niece. I’m so very proud of them!
“Lucy” Queen Lucy Sitting on her throne…
“Rich and Jen” my all time favorite nephew and niece! https://onelifeseattle.org/

“Lucy” The Girl Who Stole My Heart and Soul. The girl who loves all of us, no matter who we are or what we love…

“Lucy” loves all of us, not just some of us. She loves you no matter who you are or what you love…

“Lucy” has only love in her heart. She has never known but love in her soul…

“Lucy” knows only the best in you. She knows only kindness and love…

“Lucy” will never ever put you down. She knows only the best in you…

“Lucy” loves you with all her heart and soul. She will never ever let you down or leave you alone…

“Lucy” laughs and smiles with you. She cries with you too…

“Lucy” is always by your side when you need her the most. And, she will never ever leave even when unnoticed at your side…

I love love Lucy! For I know she loves me, and all of us, not just some of us..

Jason and Pal, “Nettie Newt” Share Food for The Soul…

“Nettie Newt” photo by Jason Evans… https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newt click this link for more…

I ran into my friend, Jason, the other day. He was just getting back from a 12 mile hike up the Immonen with his furry friends that day…

Jason, heads up the Immonen to visit with his pal Nettie Newt sometimes. They are friends who share food for the soul…

After a long hike through the rain forest, Jason almost stepped on Newt. She was sitting on a wet log waiting for Jason whistling his favorite tunes.

Jason told me he was worried about Nettie last time he visited with her. She was missing one leg. But Newt’s grow back their limbs they say…

Nettie is a rough-skinned little Newt with many costumes to suit her environment. When it is cold Nettie likes to wear a special costume just for her pal, Jason… And to keep warm too…

“I knew I liked her because she was bumpy, Jason mused. “I too wear costumes and always feel imperfect just like Nettie Newt,” he further mused with a grin…

“I know better, but that is the reality. I am colorful and bumpy like Nettie.” And, pretty to some and gross to others,” Jason whispers to Nettie Newt as they shared food for the soul…

I wish to be Nettie Newt because otherwise, I am perpetually imperfect in this world. It is easy to admire the costume of another and be dissatisfied with your own,” Jason mused again….

Jason and Nettie Newt care more about others that’s why. He and Newt feel each other’s souls…

Nettie loves Jason’s calm whistling as he approaches on the logging road on a cold winter day. Exploring with his furry friends on a rainy day up the Immonen is where Nettie Newt can be found…

“Nettie is lethargic like me on cold and rainy days in the rain forest. We both would have been friskier on a warmer day and perhaps sought shade,” Jason mused again…

So, I bid farewell to my old friend, Jason. I always learn new mysteries of life in the wild from my pal when he returns from a long hike up the Immonen with his furry friends…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.

Conversations with “Old George” The Western Gull…

“Old George” The Western Gull https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Western_Gull/overview
Chatting with “Old George”

Whenever I see “Old George” he lifts my spirits. I saw him today for the first time in awhile…

While walking up the trail, “Old George” looked up at me as if to say, “hey ol surf dude, where have you been!”

I missed my friend George, the Western Gull too. The rocky basalt cliffs is home for me and him… He misses me too, I know…

From a safe distance, George and I catch up on things from the soul. We care about each other, my old pal, George and me…

I asked George what he has been up to. “Up to my ears in sea foam, duude.” Was his quick response…

George asked me the same. “Up on my couch at home,” I shouted back with a grin..

George brings cheer every time I see him. He is always perched on his favorite rock, keeping an eye on things…

George and I like mostly the same things. We are different in many ways too.

Most of all, George and I are kindred spirits. We believe in each other, and respect each other…

Old George offers me wisdom most times when we meet on the trail. He helps me understand my soul when it speaks to me.

Me and Old George laugh a lot and trade jabs mostly.. One time he flew over me, and pooped on my head…

Old George looked back at me with a big grin and ensuing goofy laugh. While I wiped the poop off my nose, He flew by me with a sarcastic laugh as he poked me in the nose…

When Old George perched on his favorite rock, he looked at me with another wise ass grin. “You are a big asshole,” I shouted as I laughed back at him…

“Laughing is food for the soul,” Old George said with a kind smile. We are kindred spirits, Old George and me…

So, in that moment, Old George flew off to Little Whale Cove. He perches on another favorite rock to hang out with his friends for awhile…

For I know “Old George” will be here again tomorrow and every day for another chat with me. We are kindred spirits, George and me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.

Totem Pole Spirits of Love… Native American Culture and Traditions…

The Totem Pole moves my soul…

Totem poles are monuments created by First Nations of the Pacific Northwest to represent and commemorate ancestry, histories, people, or events. Totem poles are typically created out of red cedar, a malleable wood relatively abundant in the Pacific Northwest, and would be erected to be visible within a community.”

“A totem is a spirit being, sacred object, or symbol of a tribe, clan, family or individual. Some Native American tribe’s tradition provides that each person is connected with nine different animals that will accompany him or her through life, acting as guides.”

Totem Pole over looking Little Whale Cove…

http://ctsi.nsn.us/ Siletz Tribe…. Click this link…

What is your Totem Pole Spirit? I think about many animals that move my spirit. Animals speak to my soul…

The Eagle comes to mind. I watch Eagles fly above in Little Whale Cove. Their freedom and independence strikes me the most…

I watch the Gray Whales from the shore. These amazing and beautiful animals show love for family and caring for their young ones.

Salmon run up streams and rivers giving new life to all things. The little fingerlings go back to sea and renew life once again…

The furry friends in our lives bring unconditional love and kindness we need the most. They show us true friendship when a friend is needed in times of despair and joy…

What is your animal spirit? What comes to you in your dreams?

Native American Culture and Traditions…

I have been spiritually moved by Native American Culture and Traditions for many decades. But as a younger man on a fast track in my career and everything else, I didn’t know why.

My spirit has always been moved when reading, learning, and exploring Native American history, a very rich history, indeed. I felt their soul. My soul was touched each time and in between…

I was raised a Catholic. I’m a Christian. But Christianity never touched my soul the way Native American culture did.

I know why now. When growing up studying the Catholic teachings, their was something missing. I know now it was my soul.

I didn’t understand or know spirituality as a kid and young man. I thought a ‘soul’ was something rewarded to those who were worthy. I never felt worthy, never ever, until now…

I know now that the first step in finding one’s soul is knowing and feeling your soul. I needed to feel my soul to find my soul…

Native American Culture and beliefs touched my soul deeply. God lives in all things of nature, in the stars, and in the heavens above.. God lives in all peoples and living things…

The early Americans who loved North America worshiped the land. All things living were sacred. Natives surrounded themselves with spirits of love and forgiveness…

When they killed Buffalo, the hunt was a sacred gift. Warriors hunted only so many Buffalo to feed and clothe their families. The skins were used for shelters, lodges, and to keep them warm from the winter’s cold…

After the kill, each Buffalo was honored as a scared gift. When trees were cut, each tree was honored in the same way… All living things were sacred…

Natives knew how to heal warriors who suffered from too many battles. They cared for the children and families who lost fathers in tribal wars, and in fighting the white man.

The white man stoled Native lands. They pillaged, raped and killed without respect for Native American culture. The white man showed little respect for the land and nature’s sacred gifts.

The white man finally realized the true love and spirit of Native American culture. We now honor Native traditions and culture as our own.

It is never too late for forgiveness and love… We can only live in peace and love as one…

As I explore the beaches and forests of the Oregon Coast, Natives are ever present in my mind. My soul heals and my spirits sore…

Animal spirits sing along my soul each and every day in Little Whale Cove. It is this feeling that makes my heart and soul feel alive with love and joy…

I know my soul now. I live in peace and harmony with God’s love now… I know now that God loves all of us, not just some of us…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate. And aspiring artisan…
Matt and Mattie, my Canadian Honker friends, heal my soul…

“Sam” The Old Man of Wisdom…

“Sam” The Old Man of Wisdom…

“Sam is my subconscious angel.” Steve Sparks

https://www.co.lincoln.or.us/animalshelter/page/lincoln-county-animal-shelter

I discovered “Sam” while visiting Lincoln County Animal Shelter not long ago. He looked into my soul. I could feel Sam’s soul too…

Sam is my friend now. His old soul shows more love and wisdom than most humans I know…

When “Sam” speaks, everybody listens. Sam is my man, the main man of wisdom…

Sam is a listener. He looks into my soul. He hears my sadness. He has more wisdom than any human I know.

Sam loves me, I know. He feels my heart beating fast or slow. We walk slowly together, growing older together in spirit and love…

Sam comforts me with a smile and a tail wag. He puts his head on my lap, looking at me with kindness and love…

Sam hugs me too. He kisses my face to show his endless and unconditional love…

Without Sam, loneliness would overcome the sadness in my heart and soul. With Sam, my soul heals. And, my heart smiles again…

When Sam and I are out and about at the beach or in the forest above, we keep each other safe and warm. He walks with a limp and a little slower these days…

Sam lives for every moment with me. He helps me live in the moment too. My soul feels whole with Sam, my main man of wisdom and love…

I feel free of everyday stresses with my pal Sam. We live together in the moment, Sam and me…

Sam and I live in the moment together. With every breath and scent from mother nature’s gifts, we walk together slowly taking it all in as one…

Sam knows my soul. I feel Sam’s soul too… He has a soul just like me…

When Sam walks on the beach with me, he stops, sits, and watches the sea birds fly. He used to chase and fly with his sea bird friends when his legs were strong…

Sam’s legs are sore now, his knees buckle in the sand. My knees feel the same. Sam helps me grow old happily just like him…

With another good walk at the beach or in the rain forest above, Sam and me head home. It’s time for a nap now, Sam and me together, as pals forever as one…

We are old pals now, Sam and me. We never leave each other alone. We comfort each other in good times and in bad times…

For tomorrow, Sam knows we will walk together again, slowly. We live in the moment, love in the moment, feel our souls together in the moment.

We are old pals now, Sam and me… We will never leave each other alone…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate. And, aspiring artisan…

“Goober” Lover, Protector, Healer…

“Goober” All heart and soul…

I fell in love with “Goober” when we first met awhile ago now. I think he liked me then too. But proving myself worthy was another thing…

Goober wouldn’t let me into his heart unless he trusted my soul. He could see right away I cared about his Mom, Jamie.

Goober feels my soul. He is my friend too… Goober knows my soul…

Goober loves Jamie from the deepest places in his heart and soul. He is Jamie’s protector. He is Jamie’s healer…

Jamie loves her furry friends, especially Goober with a watchful eye…

Jamie loves Goober with all her heart and soul too. He is aways at her side. Goober never leaves her alone, never ever…

Goober is Jamie’s ‘therapy’ furry loved one too. He helps her when she needs his warm hugs and love the most.

Goober is always at Jamie’s side. He is with her when she is happy or sad. Goober never leaves Jamie alone when she needs him the most, never ever…

When Jamie is happy, Goober laughs with her. When she is sad, he stays close to her heart, never letting her go…

When Jamie visits with her friends Goober is there. When she goes on errands, visits to her doctor, or is in the hospital, he is by her side…

Goober watches over Jamie no matter what. Goober never leaves her side, never ever.

We are all better humans for Goober’s love and kindness. We are blessed to have Jamie and Goober as friends forever…

The whole community of friends, furry friends and love ones, embrace Jamie and Goober. Both are loved by all of us. We will never forget their kindness and love for each other and for all of us…

Goober lives in the hearts and souls of all of us. He shows us all his love, kindness, empathy and compassion, each and every day.

I will soon visit Goober again. For he knows my soul… I feel his soul on this moment too…

We are friends of heart and soul, Goober and me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate… And, aspiring artisan…

Conversations with Your Inner Child Can Be Healing…

Stephen H. Sparks, age 2 1948…” I know this little future surf duude. He is my subconscious angel.” Steve Sparks

I know a little about my old pal Stephen. But mostly from the stories told when I was old enough to remember.

Stephen was born into sickness on July 6, 1946. A father who came home from war. A mother who struggled as a single mom. She was sick from growing up during the Great Depression too…

We were all proud to serve America. Navy Brats we were…

WWII was a terribly stressful time in America following WWII. Thousands of families served and suffered too…

Pain and profoundly dysfunctional family dynamics became normalized. Children inhaled the pain of war too. Lingering emotional damage was not understood back then, though…

Sickness often prevailed too. Polio struck Stephen as a 2 year old. He spent 6 weeks in the hospital, without loved ones close by to cheer…

We did not know then what we know today. We did not know how to help each other then when life was so overwhelmed with pain… Most souls survived with strong bodies and hearts.

The demons would hold the little souls hostage until much later. In those later years the haunting demons would return with emboldened rage…

Stephen survived too. But he didn’t know he was injured then. It would be decades later when the demons returned to haunt his mind…

Stephen did not know love as a child. He would not know how to love until decades later… The demons of hate steal love if you let them, you know…

Talking to my inner child… https://www.healthline.com/health/mental-health/inner-child-healing

I was asked not long ago by a friend, “How do you talk to your inner child?”

After many months of ‘Trauma Informed’ clinical therapy, learning how to talk to my old pal Stephen was a gift of healing for me…

Too many years growing up with no love or peace in my home. And, a series of too many traumatic events as an adult, hijacked my soul, I believe…

How did I help myself and Stephen at the same time? How did talking to my inner child help me heal?

Stephen seems to enjoy visiting me at the worst moments. I don’t want to talk about his stuff in those trying moments of despair…

Stephen keeps me awake in those moments when a warm embrace is needed the most. He triggers me to feel shame and guilt.

Sleeping doesn’t come at first when my mind is focused on Stephen. He needs someone to talk about his pain…

Sometimes I can’t talk to Stephen. So I ask him if we can talk later. With love, kindness and a hug, my old friend let’s me go to sleep.

Stephen shows up in anxious moments. He is angry in these moments. I ask him to give me space. Anger is no longer part of my soul…

Stephen is angry about his stuff. He wants me to reinforce his anger at others who hurt him.

I hug the little guy and we talk about stuff. Stephen knows he has a friend in me, a friend he never had before.

So, we hug each other and reassure each other. “It’s gonna be okay Stephen.” I always say to him with a kind smile and a warm hug.

Talking to my inner child gives me space to live in the moment. The pain of the past must end its haunting presence in everything good and joyful in the moment…

There is no joy in life when the past is breathing heavily on my back. There is no joy for the loved ones in my life when he is speaking to me, breathing down my back.

Talking to my inner child helps me to separate from him. We are friends now. He is not mad at me now, not ever again.

We are friends now, Stephen and me…

There is no peace of mind when my inner child is angry. Stephen, feels safe now. He is no longer alone with his pain without a caring soul near his side…

With a kind and warm embrace, we go separate ways. He visits me now and then as a friend. We talk and help each other as friends, Stephen and me…

We are never alone now. We have each other as friends near. We heal our souls together…

We have peace of mind now, Stephen and me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate

Beach Art Moved My Soul…

“Hiker” created by Steve Sparks… “Mindfulness Meditation Creations,” Little Whale Cove, Oregon…
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Love of hiking and the sea comes alive with beach art for me. Little Whale Cove reveals treasures from the sea… See the tiny pebbles, agates and shells hidden from eyes view…

When Covid19 stopped all of us in our tracks like no other time. It was mother nature that soothed my soul.

It was time for reflection deep in my soul. It was after too many decades in the fast lanes, too many lanes to count. I didn’t know the meaning of living in the moment until then, in that moment…

What happened to my life? I asked my self in these moments of reflection. What happened to all those years of racing without true reflection?

Living in the moment seemed a stranger to me until then, in that moment… I think there was a peaceful feeling like that, maybe, a few times. Fleeting moments that scared me with love and kindness I didn’t know before…

Peace of mind beckoned me ever since those rare moments of feeling safe to love… I never felt free until experiencing those rare moments of true love. Fleeting, and surreal moments of joy they were…

Will my soul ever be worthy? This would be the question for me to answer some day, some where, some moment…

Meeting my friend of ‘mindful peace and love’ is a most welcome sign. The long long wait was worth every moment to me. I know this now from deep in my soul…

Beachcombing on my favorite beach in Little Whale Cove was different from the past. The tiny pebbles and agates appeared with bright distinction. I wasn’t looking closely enough until now.

Can you see the tiny pebbles, shells and agates? Look closer for the hidden treasures never seen before…

Closeup with my Verizon Galexy 5G Ultra…

It was the old drift bark from fallen trees that drew me in. I imagined tiny pebbles, shells and agates on the redwood bark surface.

Beach art came to me then as a welcome surprise. I felt free to feel my soul in this moment. Finally, in this moment, the spirits Ied the way in showing me secrets of the sea…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate

“Matt n Mattie” Return! It’s early spring in Little Whale Cove, Oregon

“Matt n Mattie” nesting in Little Whale Cove Feb2021 “Facts About Aleutian Cackling Geese
Once thought to be extinct, this small-bodied migratory goose has made a remarkable comeback, with population estimates nearing 200,000 birds.”
https://www.fws.gov/refuge/Humboldt_Bay/wildlife_and_habitat/AleutianCacklingGeese.html

“The population of these small (4-6 pounds) geese has made one of the most astounding recoveries in the history of wildlife management.  The population has soared from <800 individual birds in 1974 to nearly 200,000 today.  Aleutian Cackling geese were formerly known as Aleutian Canada geese until taxonomists renamed and “regrouped” them in 2004.”

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada_goose

Matt and Mattie are back! I love to watch the two lovers nibble on favorite delights in the shallow pond and shore…

Both arrive together as mates for life. I see them sticking close together each and everyday. Just like devoted partners and caring parents do, with joy and love, each and everyday…

Matt and Mattie fly down from the Aleutians way up north. Snow Geese mate while forging in the snow for the long winter..

Matt and Mattie dream of little Goslings born in the late spring. Protecting the delicate eggs from Eagles and Hawks is a great challenge in the nest near the shore.

Matt and Mattie share duties to watch and protect the little ones growing in the shells. When birds of prey circle above, both share in sitting on the nest to keep the little Goslings safe and warm…

The little Goslings 😞 in the shell are eaten sometimes. Matt and Mattie look away at times when nibbling for delights in the shallow pond. Both grieve for the loss of little ones when they return to the nest.

The Eagle waits high above, hungry for more orderves beckoning from the nest below. Matt and Mattie always keep a sharp eye on birds of prey circling high above…

Mattie and Matt are very anxious most years, and so are we. For it’s all too often we see 1 or 2 maybe 3 out of 5 come into the world. The little Goslings quickly make Little Whale Cove a heavenly birthplace once again…

With Matt and Mattie in tow, the little Goslings are still not out of danger, not ever. Mom and Dad watch over their dear little ones by day and by night.

And more often than not, the little ones are swooped up high by hungry Eagles. So precious and spiritual is the little Gosling.

The one that Flys north to the Aleutians to be raised. With a mate for life, a new family is born to fly south to nest in a special place.

I so look forward to Matt and Mattie returning next year. Both will show all of us once again, God’s true 💘. Love…