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This past year has made our platform a much broader and more robust website. dedicated to healing, mindfulness, empathy, compassion, kindness and love. Especially to share from our home in Little Whale Cove by the sea…

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Steve and Judy on our favorite sailing ship, “Stars and Stripes” San Diego, Ca https://www.facebook.com/lynn.hanna.980

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Mindfulness Meditation Moments from Little Whale Cove, Oregon

“Buddy ‘n Bailey” at The Yaquina Nursery with “Artemis ‘n Bonnie”

“Buddy” The Cockatoo!
https://www.parrots.org/encyclopedia/moluccan-cockatoo/
“Bonnie” ‘n “Bailey” https://api.nationalgeographic.com/distribution/public/amp/animals/birds/facts/african-gray-parrot
Interview with “Artemis” The Parrot Whisperer…

It was another gorgeous day for a drive down to Yachats. Finding a more beautiful spot just below Cape Perpetua is beyond my imagination…

“Let’s take a drive east on Yachats River Road,” Judy said, with a look of adventure in her eyes. You know, those beautiful blue eyes that would stop 10,000 soldiers.

https://www.softroadingthewest.com/yachats

We turned left on Yachats River Road, before the bridge to the Cape. It would take us to the Yaquina Nursery and Greenhouses 8 miles out in the valley east of Yachats. Succulant plants and cactus waited for our arrival. We talked of seeing the beauty of desert plants thriving in the valley, far from the sea…

We strolled into the nursery, and found Bonnie tending to 100s of succulant plants of so many varieties, my mind couldn’t grasp. She was so helpful and kind to me. I sat for awhile and we talked about lots of things of life and love, including her passion for farm life in the valley, far from the sea…

While Judy explored the nursery with an eye on feasting on the magic of these special plants never seen before. I knew we would not leave without taking a few of them home to add to our own gallery of nature’s gifts by the sea…

Bonnie took me to her home next to the nursery where Artemis ‘n Bailey met me at the door. I never got a welcoming greeting like that before. It was like an orchestra of yapping Parrots I remember hearing at a zoo before long ago now…

Bonnie introduced me to Bailey, the African Gray first. He looked at me, and started yapping, “get out of my face, dude!”

“Bailey’s like that,” Bonnie said, with a chuckle ‘n grin. I tried to get Bailey to say something else, but he kept saying, “get out of my face, dude!”

Bonnie told me Bailey doesn’t like men. I wondered why, then. But, I know now after Bonnie explained that he thinks women are kinder and more gentle than the men she meets. I think she is right, don’t you?

Artemis caught up with Bonnie and me while she was introducing Buddy, The Cockatoo from Morocco… I liked Artemis right away. I could his soul connect to mine right away…

Artemis was so excited about his rare birds from far away places we’ve never seen before. He agreed to do an interview with me. Listen to her enthusiasm and be amazed like me…

Yaquina Nursery and Greenhouses is a must see destination. Only 8 miles east of Yachats on a beautiful drive along the winding road. I loved meeting new friends and the succulants too.

Beautiful Cactus and Succulants from Yaquina Nursery and Greenhouses Inc. https://yachatsnews.com/yaquina-nursery-40-years-of-growing-cacti-succulents-and-love-up-yachats-river-road/

With a box or two of Judy’s favorites from the nursery, we headed back to Yachats and home to Little Whale Cove by the sea. We couldn’t stop talking about how much fun we had while visiting with new friends, especially Artemis, Bonnie, Bailey and Buddy too! And, yes! We’ll be back again soon, to be sure…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
Judy Sparks, Children’s Advocate…
Cape Perpetua

Cape Kiwanda on a Gorgeous Sunny Sunday on The Coast with My Pal…

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Neskowin Blooms…
Cape Kiwanda
Neskowin Shores

I got up this Sunday and looked out at the bright sun and clear skies. A Sunday drive north to Kiwanda was on my mind…

Judy was getting up at the same time, I noticed with some surprise. She likes to sleep in for awhile. I, on the other hand, “rise early to catch a worm,” like my mom used to say…

“Let’s head up to Pacific City and have lunch at the Pelican Pub,” she said to me, with that big pretty smile I adore… She already knew I wanted to go up north to one of our favorite places to hang out and explore…

It’s been over a year since we were there last. Covid kept us away, sadly… We love Pacific City and Kiwanda…

We love the drive north, especially when Neskowin and Proposal Rock fills our mind with adventure and romance…

The Central Oregon Coast is stunningly beautiful and God’s gift on a Sunday drive. The ‘church’ of forests, snow peak mountains and the sea in all of its glory is where we feel God’s presence, not just on Sunday, but each and everyday…

Driving to Pacific City is a left turn, not very far after crossing the Salmon River Bridge. The windy road is a treat no matter how many times we go. Heading west out to the coast to Kiwanda along the Nestucca River’s edge, is a never ending visual experience of nature’s imagination and stunning beauty…

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

Once over the Nestucca River Bridge heading into Pacific City, the high dunes rise up to greet. We make a right turn for the final mile or so before the magic of Kiwanda appears just off the coast…

Cape Kiwanda…

Pelican Pub is our first stop. But the wait was 90 minutes to long for hungry old folks. Judy ordered Fish ‘n Chips for take-out. They have a new take-out outside order window. Two windows to order at that. The wait was 15 minutes, none to soon for hungry folks…

I’m not walking so good right now. But, love the convenience of a “Disability Parking Permit,” and so does Judy…

We loved sitting in the comfort of our Subaru CrossTrek eating our delicious Cod and fries from the Pelican Pub. It was messy and fun. We laughed and brushed off all the crumbs like little kids about to get in trouble. But, being goofy kids is what we like to do…

On the drive back home we stopped at Neskowin. Proposal Rock is a thing to see. Click on my YouTube short clip to experience this day from us to you…

Yet another Sunday drive to Kiwanda Neskowin and other places to feel nature, breathe, and look at the wonders of Pacific City and Kiwanda by the sea..

With adventure and romance, no matter how young or old, go to Neskowin and Kiwanda whenever you can. You will want to go back more than once just like us…

Steve ‘n Judy Sparks 2018 in Stehekin, Washington
“Proposal Rock” with Judy Sparks

“Jack” Friend of Coasties, King of The Rain Forest…

“Jack” Friend of The Coasties

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depoe_Bay,_Oregon

Jack in his natural element. King of the Forest, he is. He loves walkies in the woods behind Depoe Bay…

Jack and his pal Jenny go to this secret place in the rain forest near Depoe Bay. Jack knows right where it is. He takes Jenny by the the hand and leads her there each day before the sun goes down.

Jack is “King of The Rain Forest and the coastal trails too. He believes it with all his heart and soul… And so does Jenny too…

Jack looks out for Jenny and all his wildlife friends in the rain forest. He looks for “Nettie Newt” sitting on his favorite little Fairy House waiting to chat with friends. They walk by the trail under the tall trees that reach to the sky….

Jack and Jenny went up the trail looking for Nettie Newt’s Fairy House. Jack fell down and lost his crown, still wagging his tail, while Jenny came running after…

Nettie Newt loves Jack the most, and Jenny too. He is excited when he sees Jack dancing and singing on the trail next to the creek by the Bay. The tall trees reach to the sky here in the rain forest by the sea…

“Nettie Newt”

Jack is back again soon. for he is King of the Rain Forest. He so loves to chat with Nettie Newt and all his wildlife friends by Depoe Bay and the sea…

Join me again soon for another adventure with Jack and Jenny, and Nettie Newt too. On the coastal rain forests and beaches, coves and rain forests by the the sea they explore. We will see Jack again. For he is King of The Rain Forest and all the coastal trails by the sea…

“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.

A Long “Mystic” Journey Ends in Little Whale Cove…

“Mystic” a journey at sea…

I call this old driftwood piece “Mystic.” It was a heavy clump of a black thing awhile back, when discovered after a storm in the Cove. I feel like an archeologist looking for the lost colony of the ancients from another time long ago…

Look closely to see the groves, nooks, cranies, corners and crevasses. Imagine discovering a buried colony from the ancient past.

The piece was decomposing. Driftwood has a life cycle in the planet’s echo system. Some pieces of driftwood become petrified over time, a long long time at sea…

Many living things from the sea, build communities and thrive, while taking up residence over many decades at sea and on land. It was on a “mystic’ journey so I imagined. God only knows to be sure…

See the Air Plant in a welcoming opening? It can be a cool coffee table top inspiration. Soul talks with friends and loved ones to see…

Dream with me. Imagine it’s journey around in the sea and on land before washing ashore at Little Whale Cove in the spring…

Come see our selection of driftwood sculptures and sea mysteries sometime. Imagine with me…. Go to this link with me, and your friends and loved ones too…

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

Jason Evans on The Pacific Crest Trail…

Jason Evans on The Pacific Crest Trail…

https://www.blogtalkradio.com/help4hd/2017/03/22/an-interview-with-jason-evans

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

The trail in Washington yesterday reminded me of a mid-morning of memories that will stay with me longer than most. It was the Alpine Wilderness, in the Klamath National Forest of Northern California.

The Pacific Crest Trail cast along a wending, near horizontal path through a rough and steep scree slope.

I came around a bend, and saw grazing, at a rare tuft of verdant scruff, a young buck – a black-tail deer. His nascent antlers downy.

I said aloud “You’re beautiful,” surprised at the sound of my own voice, which I hadn’t heard in at least a day. Pausing in admiration I rested on my trekking poles, and considered our situation.

It was at least a quarter mile south to a spot where the deer or I might safely step off trail. And I knew, the chance the deer would follow me south to do so, was slim.

Certainly the deer wouldn’t brush shoulders with me while I passed. I had no idea what to expect from the trail ahead. And either of us breaking a leg to go around was my utmost concern.

So after a while I stepped forward and paused, and then again … and it seemed like Buck got the idea, and he turned from me to meander up trail.

I followed. Neither of us rushed. For almost a mile we hiked together as such, he always 60 feet ahead, every now and then glancing back to be sure I hadn’t broken our agreement.

He bounded from the trail where we came over a saddle, but as I came up he still stood, facing me from a mossy clearing 20 feet away.

He leaned forward and tapped a front hoof and shook his head at me when I paused again, like he was hooking into a scrum.

I nodded, and continued my journey, leaving him to his.

Jason Evans on The Pacific Crest Trail

EnolaTalbert on “Giving Someone Else Reason to Smile…”

An old tired-looking dog wanders into a guy’s yard. He examines the dog’s collar and feels his well-fed belly and knows the dog has a home.

The dog follows him into the house, goes down the hall, jumps on the couch, gets comfortable and falls asleep. The man thinks its rather odd, but lets him sleep.

After about an hour the dog wakes up, walks to the door and the guy lets him out. The dog wags his tale and leaves.

The next day the dog comes back and scratches at the door. The guy opens the door, the dog comes in, goes down the hall, jumps on the couch, gets comfortable and falls asleep again. The man lets him sleep.

After about an hour the dog wakes up, walks to the door and the guy lets him out. The dog wags his tale and leaves.

This goes on for days. The guy grows really curious, so he pins a note on the dog’s collar: “Your dog has been taking a nap at my house every day.”

The next day the dog arrives with another note pinned to his collar: “He lives in a home with four children — he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?’


★¨`•♫.•Pass it on!! Give someone else a reason to smile. ♫ ..•

“Captain Pelican Pete” And, The Flying Aces of Little Whale Cove…

Captain Pelican Pete, The Flying Aces of Little Whale Cove…
“Captain Pelican Pete and The Flying Aces” https://myodfw.com/wildlife-viewing/species/pelicans-and-cormorants

“I want to be a Pelican in my next life. Pelicans fly as a true team with one goal motivated by one thing…love for each other.” Steve Sparks

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

“A group of pelicans is called a pod. Actually, there are many other names for pelican groupings — a pouch, a scoop, a squadron or if they are fishing as a group, a fleet. … At first, squadron was a good name as the magnificent…White Pelicans fly low in formation on a stealth mission.”

Oregon has two species of pelicans, American white and the Brown pelican, and three species of cormorants. All are fish-eating water birds with four toes joined by webbing. Depending on the species, pelicans and cormorants inhabit the Oregon coast, rivers or interior waterbodies.”

While looking down closer to the sea below the cliffs, I can see Captain Pelican Pete. He leads his squadron of flying aces on another secret mission along the shore near Little Whale Cove…

I can’t see Captain Pelican most times as they fly by in stealthy form. He leads his squadron of Flying Aces very fast, and so very close to the surface of the sea…

It’s too easy to miss Captain Pelican Pete unless I move quickly to the edge of the cliff. Sometimes I get to the edge of the cliff just in time to see the beauty and grace of his squadron of Flying Aces in perfect formation…

Captain Pelican Pete’s squadron flys near the water surface close to shore. He and the right and left flank commanders spot a school of herring just below the surface.

Captain Pelican Pete hits the water first followed by his stealthy Flying Aces. The herring are surrounded for a gourmet buffet like no other before…

With pouches full with herring, Captain Pelican Pete gives the order to return home. The flight home would be a little slower with pouches full…

Captain Pelican Pete’s squadron of Flying Aces takes off in perfect formation for the return flight home. They fly up high and a little slower while making a perfectly orchestrated approach to Little Whale Cove…

Captain Pelican Pete glides in without hardly a splash. He is followed by 12 of his Flying Aces as they glide in one by one into the Cove below…

I love to watch Captain Pelican Pete and his squadron of Aces splash and play in the fresh water pond In the Cove. It is here when love of brothers and sisters shines through…

I want to be a Pelican in my next life. These beautiful sea birds fly as a true team and family. It is this one goal motivated by one thing…love for each other as brothers and sisters in arms…

In that moment, then, is when my soul speaks to me the most. It is this love I see from my feathered friends that moves my heart and soul so deeply…

Dreams to fly in Captain Pelican Pete’s Flying Aces of Little Whale Cove will someday come true. It is this faith in God that brings hope and peace to my heart and soul…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health
https://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Billie-Pillie-Christopher-Evans/dp/1946540919

“I highly recommend this book for all who seek the beauty of the sea and precious wildlife we love…” Steve Sparks

Description

The Adventures of Billie and Pillie tells the story of two young pelicans living along the Oregon coast with their parents.

While Billie does everything right and follows the family rules, his brother Pillie is very mischievous and is always getting in trouble. In fact, he never seems to learn right from wrong.

From the day these two are hatched, the pelican brothers take on one adventure after another, most of which end up with Pillie breaking all the pelican rules. Even the Oregon Coast Guard becomes involved in a sea-to-air rescue involving, you guessed it, Pillie.

About the Author and Illustrator: An Oregon native, Christopher J. Evans taught in Roseburg, Oregon, for thirteen years before teaching overseas for the next twenty-five years. A retired biology/chemistry teacher, he currently lives in a small town on the Oregon coast, with his house a five-minute walk to the beach. This is his first book about Billie and Pillie; however, his children and grandchildren grew up listening to these pelican stories. He volunteers at the Oregon Coast Aquarium, and also enjoys hiking with his dogs

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…