“Annie” Goes Home to a New Mom…and Loving Home…

“Annie” and Mom, Laura…my sis…

Annie waits for me to get up, make my coffee, sit in my chair for a bit and leads me to her dish. She knows kindness and love…

Annie is a very loving kitty who rescured me awhile ago when I needed her the most. She wanted me to be her mom, I know…

Annie knows when she is loved, and when she isn’t. She knows her new mom loves her with all her heart and soul. Kitty’s know. Annie knows this, I know this too…

I asked myself why anyone would push a kitty or doggie with their boot out the door. “I hate her,” the man said while Annie looked at me with her sad eyes. It was so sad I cried, and cried again and again…

It’s very sad when furry loved ones are abused and abandoned. It is just as sad when children are treated this way too…

I think there is anger and hate in the hearts and souls of others who’s pain hurts other souls who love. For with hate there is no love…

Annie, abandoned with three other kitties in a dirty house. She was pooping and peeing everywhere, and so confused and scared.

“Why?” I kept asking myself. “Why would another human abandon a kind soul, a helpless furry loved one?” I cried again…

“Why!” I screamed with pain in my heart and soul. “Why!” I cried again putting my head down to pick up Annie to hug her so…

Annie felt loved again, I know. I felt her little heart pounding as she started purring in my lap. She felt loved again, I know. She looked up at me and said, “thank you, mom,” with a kindness and love I so needed then…

We took Annie home with us, while the other kitties were taken to a new loving home too. She looked at me with with happy eyes when we were home with her home to her new family, a loving home indeed. Annie knows this too…

For a family who loves is a family to love. Annie is home again. She is loved again…

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

Old George, Cousin Sassie and Rumi, The Seagulls of Little Whale Cove and Other Places…

“Old George”
“Rumi”
Cousin Sassie, from Nye Beach, Oregon

My pal “Old George” is perched on the same exact spot. He sits on a high basalt rock that was made eons ago…

The cliffs at Little Whale Cove is where Old George and his brothers and sisters hang with me. I see them in the Cove each day, swimming and bathing like a heavenly spa to be sure…

I see him fly in when he turns the corner past the Cove. He sees me and stops for a chat like we always do, Old George and me…

“Where’s Rumi?” I asked my pal, Old George right away. Rumi used to perch on the Madison’s porch until they left for another dream to share…

“Rumi, found a new home down a tad on the coast trail!” George snapped back at me as if I should know…

We miss our neighbors, Don and Kate Madison. They moved to the land of “10,000 Lakes” to love and dream even more.. We miss them so…

Suddenly, from Nye Beach, “Cousin Sassie” flys in like the bandit she is, and sits next to Old George and me. “Wow!” I shouted with joy, startling Old George and Sassie as they looked at me with those big dark eyes, so beautiful to see…

I was overjoyed to have two pals for chats by the Cove. I miss coffee chats with my human friends who love me too…

I stand and chat with Old George and Cousin Sassie for awhile longer. I so appreciate and love my seabird friends and human friends too… But, now, I have even more friends to love, and who will love me back too…

Old George gets a phone call from Granny to get his butt home now! Cousin Sassie wants to head up the coast to visit with Rumi.

It’s time for me to head south to the Cove for a visit with “Matt n Mattie.” They will be forging, playing and loving each other as they always do.

Now we wait with anticipation. The little goslings will join us in giving new life to the Cove by the sea…

That’s why we are here. We are all here with Matt n Mattie and our wildlife friends who make their home at the Cove by the sea…

So, I say to myself and to all my wildlife friends at the Cove. “See you tomorrow and everyday to chat and love each other once again…”

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
“Matt n Mattie!”

“Dick ‘n Bella” Play Ball at The Cove By The Sea…

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“Dick ‘n Bella” at the Cove…

I was sitting on my favorite rock at the Cove talking to “Matt ‘n Mattie” when “Bella” came up to me. She looked up at me with a red ball in her mouth and grinned with excitement…

I could hear Bella asking me to play red ball with her. I could see “Dick” was tired of tossing out the red ball for now…

“See Bella run!” I’d say with cheer in my voice. She knew, then, I’d play red ball with her at the Cove.

Dick was busy looking for seaweed. It is his favorite with seafood salad by the sea. His neighbors love seaweed from the Cove, too…

I tossed the red ball out a little ways, so as not to disturb Matt ‘n Mattie forging in the tide pools. It’s okay to play as long as we do not disturb Matt ‘n Mattie while they forge in the Cove…

The Cove is a heavenly place for all to share with love, kindness and joy. We always respect the sea birds at play in the Cove by the sea…

Bella loves seabirds too, especially when Matt ‘n Mattie arrive in the spring. “But they won’t play ball with me,” she said with a sad look in her eyes.

Bella was looking up at me, with the red ball in toe. She wanted me to toss it into the Cove by the sea…

So, I tossed it out again for a short distance so as to not disturb Matt ‘n Mattie. Bella knows this too. She goes gently into the water to retrieve the red ball with joy…

I love Bella and all the furry love ones in the Cove. I love Matt ‘n Mattie and all the seabirds too…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
“Matt n Mattie” forging and hanging out with me at the Cove…

“SpiritLife” Another Treasure Trove of History from the Sea…

“SpiritLife”

I call this spectacular, stunning, gorgeous driftwood sculpture, “SpiritLife.”

I receive great joy and healing meditation making these unique treasures from the sea. I make them for dear friends and loved ones with love…

These gifts from the sea and my soul prove the existence of a “Spirit Life,” as a dear friend tells me often. It is my spirit speaking to me now through this stunning sculpture from the sea…

The beautiful souls in my life who have helped me heal and grow, I make these gifts…

You are the ones who have inspired me. You are the ones who picked me up and pushed me on to find my dreams…and my soul…

I know you have friends and loved ones like that too… Thank them. Honor them. For you are you because of them, and the furry love ones too…

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

Mr. Jay Stellers and Ms. Jaccy Jay… Pals in the Rain Forest of Little Whale Cove…

“Jay Stellers n Jaccy Jay”
“Mr. Jay Stellers”
“Jay” checkin’ things out…
https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/stellers-jay

I looked out the window next to the backyard like I do each morning while having my first cup of coffee. I always look for my wildlife friends, especially locals who come and go…

Suddenly, my pals “Jay Stellars” and Jaccy Jay showed up perched on the the lower branch in tall fir tree so I could see them.

Jaccy looked at me first with a “shack-shack-shack-shack.” Then, Jay followed with a “chook-chook-chook.”

Both wanted me to chat with them, I just know. Jaccy screams like a hawk sometimes. Jay looked back at her screaming “chook-chook-chook.”

It takes me awhile to hear what Jay and Jaccy say to me. But if my soul is listening, I hear them clearly…

I hear Jay and Jaccy discussing with some concern about their newly built nest nearby. It sounds like their nest was being threatened by a Racoon…

Ohhh! I know, it’s my neighbor, Rocky Racoon. I see him now…

The nest is a bulky ragged cup of twigs, weeds, moss, dry leaves. It is cemented together with mud and lined with fine grass, rootlets, and pine needles making a strong home for little ones to thrive…

But Rocky Racoon had other plans. He wanted to have eggs for a snack. He loves yoke the most these days… His clan waited patiently below for a snack too…

Stellers males in courtship, feed the female. Adults are quiet and secretive while nesting, but become noisy and aggressive if the nest is threatened. So, this is what Jay and Jaccy were “shack-shack-shack-shacking” and “chook-chook-chooking” so loudly about.

Mr. Jay flew toward the nest first, then Jaccy followed. Rocky Raccoon was chased away with his tail between his legs..

I told Rocky Raccoon before not mess with Jay and Jaccy when they come back in the spring. But he will never listen to me… Do you know what I mean?

With a “shack-shack-shack-shack” and a “chook-chook-chook, Jay and Jaccy go about their day, while Rocky Racoon and his clan go find something else to do.

I love all my wildlife friends for all they do. For It is their love and kindness that moves my heart and soul…

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

‘A Soul Lost to War’…Vernon H Sparks US Navy 1936-1966

Research from Vernon H. Sparks Naval records 1936-1960 

September 2019 a working DRAFT

Department of the Navy, Bureau of Naval Personnel, Washington D.C. 

Vernon H. Sparks, BMC, 328 41 29, USNFR-F6, May 1, 1966…30 years of honorable service 

By Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate… 

This body of work is described as a deep dive chronology of my father’s service to America. He was among the “The Greatest Generation” of the men, women, and families who served in WWII and Korean War.

I received Dad’s military records, including medical, in February 2011 and used as a reference for writing my first book, Reconciliation a Son’s Story, published by Signalman Publishing in November 2011.

My goal is to accurately portray the trajectory of Dad’s Naval Service to show the tragic effects of too many years of hard combat deployments on this man, his family, and the intergeneration impact on all of us as a family.

There are too many stories from all wars just like Vernon’s, where the emotional damage of war comes home to the kitchen table.

Without adequate and consistent life-long treatment of symptoms of PTSD, including lingering and painful untreated depression, take a huge toll on the lives of so many military families over several generations until the cycle of pain ends.

In the Sparks family, we now heal as a family, the pain stops with us…no more! As a family legacy we desire that others benefit from the awareness that has provided a foundation for healing decades of emotional trauma and strife as a military family.

How did we survive and thrive growing up in a profoundly dysfunctional home and finally face our own mental health challenges and demons as kids and adults? 

Bos’n Sparks Ship Log 1936-1958, A Soul Lost to War… 

Click each photo to learn more… 

2 Vernon H. Sparks received a temporary appointment of Warrant Chief Boatswain’s Mate (BMC) in 1943 when the USS Belle Grove (LSD2) was commissioned on August 9, 1943 for duty in the Asiatic-Pacific Theater. Dad loved to blow the Bos’n Whistle when we were kids in the 1950s to get us out of the rack early. Dad loved the Navy and serving America. He made Bos’n 1st Class in 1941 following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. To begin this chronology, following is my father’s first account of his experience aboard the USS West Virginia (BB48) on that fateful day, December 7, 1941. Vernon was a highly decorated US Navy veteran. Vernon earned the following recognitions and medals shown above: 

WWII Victory, Philippine Liberation, Asiatic Pacific (with 1 silver star and 1 bronze star appurtenance), American Defense (with 1 bronze star appurtenance), American Campaign, Good Conduct (with 3 bronze star appurtenance), Korean Service, China Service, Pearl Harbor Survivor, Philippine Presidential Unit Citation, Republic of Korea Presidential Unit Citation (Navy). 

National Park Service 

Survivor Questionnaire – Persons Present December 7, 1941, Oahu, Territory of Hawaii 

Vernon H. Sparks, US Navy, Battleship USS West Virginia, Coxswain 

Hometown: St. Paul, Mn 

Brief Account of What Happened to You Before, During, & After the Japanese Attack on Pearl Harbor. 

I was on the 3rd deck heading for the anchor windless room when the first torpedo hit the USS West Virginia. From there, more bombing and torpedoes- when all hell broke loose. Men in the brig were screaming for help. I could not respond, there was no time…to check where the Marine guard was with the keys to the cells. Evidently, he had already been hit. The men in the brig were engulfed in water and perished. I worked my way up to the 2nd deck with water up to my waist. By this time, I came to a hatch with the manhole still open leading to the main deck. I barely made it out of the escape hatch and was 

3 ordered by Lt. Stark to close that hatch. The men were still down there but it was too late for them. That was the first time I heard that the Japs were attacking our fleet…and the whole island. I watched one of my best shipmates get himself killed-Roy Powers. He stuck his head out the portside close to the ship-fitters shop; and about that time another torpedo hit, and the concussion blew his head off. His body fell back on deck headless. After that it was a matter of surviving. There was no defense, the ship was already listing to port at about 35 degrees angle. I worked myself up further on the deck and observed the Commanding Officer, Captain Mervyn S. Bennion heading for the bridge. The strafing and bombing were still on. When I arrived on the main deck going forward to the number one turret…strafing still going on…I dived under the overhang of the turret. Communications was out, so by word of mouth heard the order, “all hands abandon ship.” Note: Capt. Bennion was lying on the wing of the bridge mortally wounded…He asked the doc, “What kind of chance he had?” And was told, “Not much Captain.” Then, Captain Bennion said, “Leave me on the bridge and this is my last order, ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP!” He died right after that order… After that order I jumped over the side to starboard and swam to Ford Island…Us guys that made it were standing on the beach watching the USS Arizona blow up sky high…what a helpless feeling. I had torn my white uniform up to use as emergency treatment bandages for the wounded. Anyway, to make a long story short, we dashed across the field under strafing conditions to shelter. In the BOQ, we were able shower in there and salvage clothes from the lockers and helped organize the Harbor Patrol. And was with that duty for a few months – then assigned to new construction with the 5th Amphibious Force hitting the beaches of the South Pacific, all the way, then finally Iwo Jima, & Okinawa until the Peace Treaty was signed aboard the USS Missouri in Toyko, Japan. People like myself could go on & on…but that would take a book… 

Vernon H. Sparks, December 7, 1941, Battleship USS West Virginia 

From Ship’s Crew Muster: 

Sparks, Vernon H. 328-41-29 Cox. 13 Jan. 36 10/12/39 

4 In the 3 photos above… Vernon with friends, and fellow shipmates at the Owl Bar, Manila; on island patrols 600 miles south of Manila c1938-39…Vernon, as a coxswain on the tiller. Vernon’s first shipboard duty 1936, full steam ahead USS Tennessee, click photo for more. 

Vernon was born in Eldred, Mn on December 10, 1918. He spent his childhood growing up in St. Paul, Mn.

Following a challenging time growing up during the Great Depression, he joined the Navy in December 1935 at age 17. Dad wanted to “join the Navy and see the world” as did countless men from that time before WWII.

He graduated from Naval Training Center, Bootcamp, USNTC, San Diego, Ca on June 6, 1936. Vernon’s first duty station was the USS Tennessee (BB43) in March, 1937.

This was the beginning of a story of one man’s journey of honor and duty to country and family. But this is also an all American story of a lifetime of emotional pain. Too many years of sea duty and hard combat changed his life forever, especially decades of painful family dynamics caused by the trauma of war.

The Tennessee sailed to the South Pacific from Bremerton, Wa in March 1937. Vernon became a larger than life coxswain during those early years of fighting in the South China Sea leading up to WWII and the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Vernon, according to his medical records, served a total of “66 months” of combat duty for 22 year US Navy career. 

5 Abstract of Service by Ship and Station: 

USNTC San Diego January 13, 1936 recruit training. Vernon lived at 581 Selby Ave., St. Paul, Mn before joining the Navy. Click here… 

USS Tennessee (BB43), June 6, 1936 to March 16, 1937. Vernon dislocated his shoulder on the get go the first time in July 1936 while carrying a box of spuds aboard ship. He lived for most of his adult life with shoulder challenges. Vernon loved basketball and swimming. 

USS Henderson (DD785), April 23, 1937 to September 3, 1937, then back to USS Tennessee 

USS Blackhawk (AD9), October 29, 1937 to July 1938 (Vernon made Seaman 1st Class Feb 16, 1938). He was instructed in the use of Gas Mask and put through Gas Chamber a Navy Yard, Cavite, P.I. Dec20 1937. 

Naval Hospital, Puget Sound Washington, March 16, 1937 to April 23, 1937 

USS Sacramento (PG-19), July 18, 1938 to December 14, 1938 

USS Augusta (CA-31), December 1938 

US Naval Hospital, Canacao, P. I. for treatment January 16, 1939 (6/5/39 on sick list due to own misconduct.) 

USS West Virginia (BB48), October 12, 1939 to December 7, 1941 (one offense of AOL from 0730 on 10/23/39 until 0815 on 10/24/39, confined for 8 days, and loss of pay one month $14. Addresses for family during this surreal and painful period 1941 to 1945; 1351 Lime Ave., Long Beach, Ca; 1501 Scott St., San Francisco, Ca from the left; Jerry, Mom Marcella, Steve as baby, Dad Vernon summer 1946. 

USS Relief (AH1), December 11, 1939 to December 29, 1939 for medical treatment. Vernon was injured in an altercation on his birthday, December 10th while on liberty from the USS West Virginia. He was apparently clubbed in the head, sustained a serious head wound. 

Section Base, Bishop Point, Harbor Patrol, 14th Naval District, Pearl Harbor, Oahu December 30, 1941 to April 6, 1943. AWOL from 2000, 2 July 1942 to 0600, 3 July 1942, 10 hours. Tried on July 6, 1942 and confined for a period of twenty (20) days and $20/month loss of pay for a period of four (4) months per Deck Court- Martial. On April 2, 1943, he was appointed BM1st class. On September 30, 1942, JAG remitted entirely that part of the sentence involving confinement because he “PARTICIPATED IN THE BATTLE OF PEARL HARBOR ON DECEMBER 7, 1941.” 

USS Belle Grove (LSD2), August 9, 1943 to June 2, 1945 Crossed the 180th Meridian with permission of the Golden Dragon Lat. 14 degrees 10’ N., on 20 January 1944. August 9, 1943 recommended for appointment as Warrant Boatswain (temporary). He Participated in the bombardment and capture of Iwo Jima Island March 20, 1945. He was authorized to wear the 

Philippine Liberation Ribbon with two Bronze Stars ICW ALNAV 64-45. 

On May 9, 1945, Vernon was recommended for appointment to 

rank of Warrant Boatswain. 

US Naval Hospital, Shoemaker, Ca July 23, 1945 to September 4, 1945, post WWII “battle fatigue” (PTSD) treatment and recovery, convalescence. KoreanWar period…The Sparks Clan; from the left, Uncle Ronnie, Vernon, Grandma Mildred, Grandpa Art, Aunt Juneth, & Aunt Dolly. Sparks home St Paul 50s…1608 Van Buren Ave, St Paul, MN 55104 

7 USN Cargo Handling Group No. 1 Oakland, Ca Sept 17, 1945 to November 28, 1945 

USNH Treasure Island, December 10, 1946 for treatment. 

USS Topeka (CL-67), June 17, 1947 

US Naval Hospital, Long Beach Ca July 1947 to Sept 1947, recurring “battle fatigue” symptoms. 

USS Astoria (CA-73) November 6, 1947 (less than month) 

USS St. Paul (CA-73), December 8, 1947 

USNTC San Diego February 25, 1948 to August 24, 1951, recruit training, bootcamp commander 

company 255. 6605 Kelly St, San Diego, CA 92111 

USS Weiss (APB-135) September 7, 1951 to August 16, 1952 (transferred to US Naval Hospital, Yokosuka, Japan for treatment) 

US Naval Hospital, Yokosuka, Japan September 17, 1952 

8 USS Skagit (AKA105), September 30, 1952 to March 19, 1953 

USS LSM(R)-401 March 29, 1953 to June 22, 1953 

USS Andromeda (AK-15), June 22, 1953 to January 25, 1954… 

Dan helped me remember this apparently fun Sunday event of dinner on the ship as a family and hanging out, learning…2804 Gearing Dr, San Diego, CA; 4632 Hawley Blvd, San Diego, CA 92116; 6605 Kelly St, San Diego, CA 92111 

US Naval Hospital San Diego, February 24, 1954 to April 21, 1954 (84 days in hospital) 

In transit status, April 21 to April 28, 1954 

Conus/Amphibious Construction Battalion (ACB1) June 30, 1954 to August 2, 1954 

USNTC Great Lakes, September 30, 1954 to June 23, 1955. Vernon re-enlisted for the last time on June 16, 1955. Sister Laura born March 1955 in photo with Marcella and Vernon. 2621 Iroquois Rd, Waukegan, IL 60087 

For the record, his tattoos were noted as the following. 

“Tattoo’s Eagle “USN, USS Tennessee 1935” right forearm, “Honolulu, Manila, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Singapore, Yokohama” right inner forearm, Girl “USS Sacramento, Asiatic Station 1937-1939 left inner forearm. Sister Laura was born on March 10, 1955.” 

USS Chowanoc (ATF100) Oct 23, 1957 (less than 90 days) 

Construction Battalion #1 

Released from active duty on November 5, 1957. Placed on the retired list of the US Navy from the Fleet Reserve effective October 1, 1965. 

Family home addresses post Navy; 18228 Mettler Ave, Carson, CA 90746; 1249 W Anaheim St, Harbor City, CA 90710 

9 Notes: 

1. Vernon’s final Navy performance rating was 3.980/4.0. Dad was an outstanding 

professional! BMC to BMGC (master chief?) promotion in 1957. 2. Awarded High School GED by St. Paul Public Schools, December 28, 1953 3. Final post retirement medical treatment at US Naval Hospital, Long Beach, Ca. It appears Vernon was under great stress and pain during this time. He was never free from anxiety and depression from PTSD that lingered for a lifetime. He also cut a tendon in “right ring finger” and knee sprain from an accident at home. We lived at 22907 Meyler St., Torrance, Ca. As a family. I recall much chaos and strife at that time on our family as a whole. It was an unmitigated disaster, a completely broken family dynamic. No family should ever live this way, ever…never…no way!

There were absolutely no behavioral health care services for combat veterans except a short stay in Naval hospitals to detox, often for months before returning to duty. Dad knew he had to stay in the Navy to receive the health care he needed desparately when he fell off the wagon. Dad needed a ‘continuum of care’ that only existed in the safety of a US Naval hospital anywhere on the planet. The Navy was Dad’s rock. He struggled so much and none of us knew it. The typical response was, “we don’t talk about stuff like that.” Vernon survived and thrived with serious mental illness and addiction without any clue of how to effectively manage or mitigate his serious mental health problems. Our mother, Marcella, was very sick too, and suffered from acute depression all of her life as well. The post WWII Sparks family was only one example of 1000’s of families during that fateful period that took the war home to the kitchen table. The war never ended in June of 1945 when he came home, it was never over in his mind.

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5. Vernon joined the Federal Bureau of Prisons when he retired from the US Navy and stayed for 18 years, finally retiring again. But he worked as a consultant for faith community half-way houses in Tacoma, Wa for several years until retiring for good. Vernon served America for more than 40 years!

6. A sign of the times…Vernon completed a radiological training course.

“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle of Little Whale Cove…

“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle…
“Gritz” On The Move…

Matt n Mattie, my Canadian Honker friends with a new nest in the Cove, seemed in despair the last day. Both were honking their heads off looking up at the sky…

I looked up and knew why right away. “Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle, was looking for bacon n eggs for breakfast or anytime of the night or day…

Matt n Mattie raced across the pond to the north end of the Cove. I knew there was a nest over there, but couldn’t see…

I knew the eggs were not yet in the nest. Otherwise, Mattie would be there sitting warmly on the little Goslings waiting for them soon to hatch…

While Matt n Mattie continued to go honkers n bonkers, Gritz patrolled the sky high above the Cove. He flew in circles, diving down to the water to get a closer look.

It looked like a reconnaissance mission to me.. Mama Gritz waited with anticipation back at the Eagles nest, high up in the well protected old spruce overlooking the Cove…

A family of Canada geese walk across a lawn.

In the meantime, Matt n Mattie returned to protect the nest. Mattie is very close to giving birth to baby Goslings.

I wish to help Matt n Mattie protect their eggs. I hate when five little Goslings are born and only two make it to swim the first time in the Cove…

Some years like last, Matt n Mattie left alone, just the two of them. They flew back to their winter home without a single youngster with them to grow up during the long winter in the far north…

It is this journey of love that Matt n Mattie make each year. It is Little Whale Cove that begs their return to bring new little Goslings into the world of this beautiful Cove…

We are so lucky to be loved by Matt n Mattie. They return each year to build a new nest hidden in the rocks close to the shore of the Cove…

Meanwhile, “Gritz” will be waiting above in the Eagles nest, high above. I see him perched on the old spruce in the rain forest surrounding the Cove…

I returned to my chat with Matt n Mattie after that. I dream of new Goslings to love again this year, just like every year…

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

“Serpentine” A Treasure Made From The Sea…

“Serpentine” side 1. Close-up of bottom midpoint hole reveal heart shape…
“Serpentine” side 2. I call this beautifully sculptured treasure from the sea…

“Serpentine,” another sea treasure landed in Little Whale Cove… Imagine, with me, where it came from. How long was it at sea?

It looked like a white cold dead snake when I picked it up earlier last week. When it was finishes, the original grain begin to appear like magic. I felt my spirit move back in time…

Look closer at the grain, and dream. Imagine the wisdom of age traveling the sea. 00

This unusually distinctive “Serpentine ” figure is very light, not like pine. The branch it came from was very crooked, unlike other driftwood pieces I’ve seen…

Probally from some far off land, so long ago. What kind of wood? Where did it come from? Do you know?

It takes stormy seas many decades to sculpture wood like this. Dream of the journey around the globe.

Imagine how many sunsets and moons it passed by. Dream of your journey too. Maybe around the globe, and on a remote island, I somewhere far away…

“Serpentine” begins a new life here in this land of dreams and Rainbows. What will be it’s journey of healing this time. Who will that be?

Imagine with me… Dream of your soul journey, far and away at sea with nature’s love for life and the seasons of joy…

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

Rainbow Bridges Over The Sea…

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Central Oregon Coast…Cecelia E Kennedy
Chipper Lisa
Steve’s Rainbow shoot over Cape Foulweather…

Furry loved ones dream of crossing Rainbow Bridges over the sea. There is no other place in the world with so many beautiful red, yellow, orange and purple colors to see…

Sadie, Mocha, and Skai, the furry loved ones in our lives, told me about Rainbows Over the Sea.

All three wanted to go there, to cross over the Rainbow Bridge by the Sea… I want to go there too…

Sadie first, then Mocha, and Skai. I asked each of them if I can meet them there someday. “That’s why we go there Pops,” we know you love Rainbows and the sea…

“Skai” The Beach Dog https://survivethriveptsd.org/2020/06/dogs-surely-go-to-heaven-part-1-skai-so-loved-the-beach/
“Mocha” Born to be Free… https://survivethriveptsd.org/2020/08/mocha-born-to-be-free-part-2-dogs-surely-go-to-heaven/
“Sadie” of Winterwood… https://survivethriveptsd.org/2020/09/sadie-of-winterwood-the-gentle-soul-part-3-dogs-surely-go-to-heaven/

When I stand by the sea and gaze at the heavenly beauty of Rainbow Bridges by the bay, I think of Skai, Mocha, and Sadie looking down on me.

When my ashes are laid out to sea, I’ll be with all my furry loved ones once again. For Skai, Mocha and Sadie wait with love and kindness for me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
Rainbow over Depoe Bay, Oregon…

It’s “Jack’s” Birthday! A Friend of Coasties, Indeed…

My good old boy, Jack, is 10 years old now! Wow! What a ride it has been…

“It’s time to get up,” I thought, keeping my eyes closed, so Jack thinks I’m still asleep.

“Hey mom, time to get up,” Jack whispered softly in my ear while his cold nose touched my cheek. He thinks it’s another birthday, I know.

Jack believes it is his birthday everyday, all day long. And, I do too. We celebrate birthdays everyday, and he knows this too…

Whether it’s my birthday, Jack’s birthday or someone else’s birthday, we celebrate birthdays everyday…

That’s what we do, Jack and me. We love birthdays everyday.

Doesn’t everybody celebrate birthdays everyday? I hope they do.

Jack made birthday’s everyday. For he knows I love him and birthdays too.

Jack knows it is his birthday, I can tell. He even knows where the doggie cookies are, but he also knows he must wait for mom…

When my eyes open just slightly, Jack jumps up with that big happy smile. “It’s my birthday too,” he barked with a tail wag and a grin…

Jack makes me feel like it’s my birthday everyday. That’s why I love Jack so. For Jack made birthday’s everyday just for me…

Jack knows too, that a birthday cookie comes his way everyday. He also knows I love him with all my heart when he gets his birthday cookie each day, maybe more than once a day if he is a good boy…

We always go on a car ride on his birthday, but we do that everyday too. That’s why we love birthdays everyday, all day long…

Jack loves long walks in the forest, on the beach or a short stroll around the harbor close to home. Jack loves to go down by the fishing boats where we both love to go.

Finally, chicken nuggets is the evening dish for Jack. For everyday is a birthday celebration for Jack and me…

Time for Jack’s nap, and one for me too…

“Jack’s” nap on his birthday and everyday…
Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.