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We are selectively considering sponsors as early adoptors. “Children and Families in Life After Trauma” has evolved from 10 years of love and passion for this work.

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…

You all are responsible! You pointed us! Friends, family and loved ones guided us. We could see your vision for love, not hate. We listened to you, who’s hearts are open to kindness, love and healing.

Soul food is on the menu. Come with us on this journey of healing…

Our newest and most popular page are the stories included in our new book, “The Furry Loved Ones and Wildlife Friends Who Touch Our Hearts and Souls.” PRE-ORDER now!

Your vision of kindness can be seen here too… Thank you all for your kindness, love and support!

Love ya!

Steve and Judy Sparks

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

stevesparks.associates@survivethriveptsd.org a message. I’ll call you. We can chat…

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

“Scarlett” My Greatest Gift!

“Scarlett ” My Greatest Gift!
“Scarlett ” looks into my soul.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10215553875280491&id=1848131331 Laura’s favorite quote. I love it too!

Laura Burkett Sparks and “Annie” https://survivethriveptsd.org/2021/03/annie-goes-home-to-a-new-mom-and-loving-home/

Scarlett saved my life! The hungry black bear was on the steps of the porch of the old house looking for a snack or two…

The black bear with cubs in tow, stopped in her tracks when Scarlett looked at her with those eyes that looked into souls.

Scarlett blocked the door so I wouldn’t go out. She knew protecting me was her life’s duty to me…

When I got stuck on the trail, Scarlett pulled me up the steep and slippery slope, never in fear when she was at my side on the high mountain trails…

I was so very depressed in 2009 when she saved my life again…

I was suicidal, confused and frightened sometimes. Scarlett would howl with love in her heart while I cried in the night…

Scarlett would lay her head on my lap and look up at me with her beautiful blue eyes like she was telling me, “I have your back Mom, forever.”

Scarlett is Siberian Husky. She is a pure bred, the most intelligent and loving furry loved one I could imagine…

Scarlett’s love is unconditional with the purest of loyalty, kindness and love for me. I wouldn’t be here if not for her loving and watchful eyes that see my soul…

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camp_Fire_(2018)

The big fire was the truest test of Scarlett’s love we could have ever imagined. She saved my life again, and my family’s too…

Scarlett is the greatest gift I ever received. My love for her is from deep in my soul…

Laura Burkett Sparks

                           About the Siberian Husky

The graceful, medium-sized Siberian Husky’s almond-shaped eyes can be either brown or blue—and sometimes one of each—and convey a keen but amiable and even mischievous expression. Quick and nimble-footed, Siberians are known for their powerful but seemingly effortless gait.

As born pack dogs, Siberians enjoy family life and get on well with other dogs; their innate friendliness render them indifferent watchdogs. This breed is also energetic and can’t resist chasing small animals, so secure running room is a must.”

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

Seabirds Returning to Oregon Islands Refuge…

“Seabirds are already returning to Oregon Islands Refuge for the summer breeding season. Keep your eyes peeled for the lanky Cormorants atop nearby islands, rafts of Common Murres floating in the surf, and the feathery flapping footballs that are the Tufted Puffins. A number of Puffins have already been spotted around both Pacific City’s and Cannon Beach’s Haystack Rocks this year. Head to the Haystacks early in the morning to take a look at the earlybirds.”

Photos by Ram Papish

https://www.fws.gov/refuge/oregon_islands/

Spanning the Oregon coast, the wilderness islands and windswept headlands of Oregon Islands National Wildlife Refuge are celebrated for their abundant wildlife and rugged grandeur. Rocky islands and sheer cliffs provide isolated breeding and resting habitat for diverse communities of birds, marine mammals, and plants along the wave-battered coastline. 

My days are most rewarded from learning more mystery, magic and stunning beauty of the Oregon Coast. I literally can’t get enough of this delicious and delightful soul food by the sea…

I learn new things each and every day. Living in the moment allows me to be completely captivated by this dreamy life by the sea…

Yeah! Breathing the fresh clean air from the sea is mindful and healing all day long, if my mind can dream, not fret. The seabirds bring new life to the coast in the spring, just in time…

Seabirds bring us more love and kindness too. After all, it’s springtime on the coast. We need more love and kindness than ever before…

Spring is here when the seabirds arrive at Oregon Islands National Refuge. It’s time once again to be thankful for our blessings in this beautiful land by the sea…

I see brighter days ahead! I see pink SeaThrift blooms and seabirds flying together, through the winds that heal us, by the sea…

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

“Ralph ‘n Robbie Wabbit” ‘n Pal Stephen at The Farm c1960…

“Ralph ” and young Steve , Sandstone MN c1960
Sis Laura and Ralph, Sandstone MN c1960…
“Robbie Wabbit ” at The Farm

“Yes, and I remember you bringing dead Ralph, all flat and frozen, into the kitchen while mom and Dad started yelling at you. I went upstairs to my bed to hide,” Laura cried when I asked her about this time so long ago…

Ralph was my first, very first furry loved one. He was my first real pal. We loved hanging out in the woods with Robbie Wabbit…

But when Downtown Willie Wabbit came by, like he always did, things turned bad. “Two is company, three is a crowd,” my Uncle Harry would say at the farm…

While Robbie Wabbit played with Ralph, Downtown Willie Wabbit would always pick a fight with Robbie Wabbit. Ralph chased Downtown Willie Wabbit away, because he wanted to play with Robbie Wabbit and me…

Ralph ‘n me were pals. I didn’t have any close pals back then except for Ralph. He loved to swim in Skunk Lake near the farm, and chase after ducks in the pond…

Ralph ‘n me hiked down to the Kettle River too. Robbie Wabbit always came with us. We loved to swim in the river. Robbie Wabbit waited for us, hiding in the bushes nearby…

When we were swimming in the river near the dam, Downtown Willie Wabbit came by looking to pick a fight with Robbie Wabbit…

“Downtown Willie Wabbit!”

But Ralph saw Downtown Willie Wabbit right away. He swam to shore and chased him away. His friend Robbie Wabbit was safe again…

Ralph was like that. He was a loving and kind friend. He kept me safe too. When I was lonely and scared, he was always with me when no one else was there for me…

Ralph ‘n me had to stay in mostly when it was cold, very cold in the winter. We didn’t like the cold weather in the winter on the farm…

One night, a very cold night at the farm, I let Ralph out to go pee and poop by himself. I was scared to go out at night in the below zero weather. My mom wouldn’t let me anyway…

While calling out for Ralph to come home, I heard a big truck drive by on the highway next to the farm. I called for Ralph again and again but he never came…

I was so scared that night and couldn’t stop thinking about Ralph. I thought the worst had happened. I knew it was too cold for him to survive in the cold, ohhh… so cold cold it was back then…

The next early morning, I went looking for Ralph. I was heartbroken when I found my dear pal frozen dead next to the highway…

I knew then, it was a terrible mistake to let Ralph out the night before alone. I just knew in my heart and soul it was wrong to let him out at night in the cold…

To this day, I grieve for Ralph. I didn’t know about the Rainbow Bridge back then. I know now, though…

I can heal now. For I now know, Ralph ‘n me are still pals. He is safe and happy, waiting all this time to meet him and Robbie Wabbit on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

Ralph is still chasing Downtown Willie Wabbit away too. He keeps Robbie Wabbit safe, so we can play in Heaven together, again…

I miss Ralph, my pal, and still do. But now, we heal together, Ralph ‘n me. We’ll play again someday, when we meet again on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge…

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

“The Furry Loved Ones and Wildlife Friends Who Touch Our Hearts and Souls “

“The Furry Loved Ones and Wildlife Friends Who Touch Our Hearts and Souls.” My next book will be published soon. This is the cover! Meet, from left to right, “Mocha” Born to Be Free,” “Simba,” “Sadie of Winterwood and “Skai” The Beach Dog. I will self publish along with my previous books written during the last 10 years. Thank you all for inspiring me to write uplifting and educational stories for kids and adults alike.

Description

“A series of short stories with furry loved ones and wildlife friends. Author, Steve Sparks writes from his heart and soul. He uses a prose and poetry, storytelling style, that will make you laugh and cry at the same time.

While writing about wildlife and nature in his Central Oregon Coast environment, he uses links, including YouTube to tell the stories. Each story helps readers learn about wildlife , and the sea near Depoe Bay Oregon, and his home in Little Whale Cove. There is kindness, empathy, compassion and love in each and every story. He shows how kindness and empathy at the center of happiness and in healing… Kids and adults will enjoy reading stories together.”

Thank you for your kindness and support!

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
The spirits by the sea inspired me to write uplifting stories for my new book…

Downtown Willie Wabbit Returns to Banning Park on the Kettle River…

“Downtown Willie Wabbit…

It was in Sandstone, Minnesota c1960 when Downtown Willie Wabbit came into my life. It was all my bros fault too…

My bro took me places we weren’t supposed to go. Meeting up with Downtown Willie Wabbit was a big no no, to be sure..

It was another good day to go fishing with my bro. We went up to the Kettle River near the old dam like we always did way back then…

Last time my bro hooked a big Muskie that got away. He’s going to catch it again, I know he will…

We are both alike in that way… We never give up, never ever…

The difference between the two us, though? He is a tough guy. I’m a lover not a fighter, to be sure…

That’s where Downtown Willie Wabbit comes in. He is a tough guy too…

Robbie Wabbit is more to my liking. He likes to make friends. Downtown Willie Wabbit likes to beat people up…

My bro likes to beat people up too, especially back then. He even beat neighborhood kids up to protect me and others in harms way…

My bro loves to help and protect others and me too. He’s a tough guy and kind too…

Why my bro would want to hang out with Downtown Willie Rabbit? God only knows?

I know why now. Because Downtown Willie Wabbit would teach him his nefarious ways. My bro felt he could protect us better if he could think like a bad man might think…

My bro is a tough guy! He is a loving, giving and kind person too… I love my bro for who he is, the tough guy he is, and kind too…

He didn’t hang out with Downtown Willie Wabbit again after that. I know why now…

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

“Gucci” The Goodest Kitty…

Adria n “Gucci” Best pals forever!

I remember visiting my brother in Reno long ago. That’s when I met “Gucci” The Goodest Kitty.

Or, was he a good kitty then? I didn’t know then. But, I believe Gucci was always a good kitty. Adria knows this too…

I love Gucci too! For he was a special furry loved one in my life, and all my loved ones too..

They live in the land of deserts, high mountains, snow, tall trees and a really big lake, and much more… Gucci loved his whole life and his clan in the valley where Meerkat’s roam.

I hear Meerkat’s make great pets for some folks. I don’t know any folks like that, though…

Gucci was flown in from someplace near Belarus next to Russia. That’s where all the very special kitties come from. Adria told me so…

I love the way all of us called out for Gucci! “Guuuucci, Guuuuuucci, Guuuuuuuuucci. He loved to be loved by his fambamly…

My brother did the Gucci call far better than anyone I’ve ever heard. I know this to be true…

Well, sadly, we said goodbye to our sixteen year old kitty. Our hearts are breaking. We are with ease, he is no longer suffering…

Adria’s tribute…

“Thank you for getting me through the last two years of being a teenager, all through my 20’s and almost halfway through my 30’s my best buddy…

Now go chase all those birdies and butterflies and indulge in all the whipping cream to your hearts content!

I’ll miss you until we meet again in Heaven. I love you so very much my Gucci kitty…

May your little heart Rest In Peace 2003-2019 #myguccikitty #norwegianforestcat #bippitty #blackkittiesrule 🌈😿❤️🌈

Happy 16th Birthday to my first baby boy! I can’t believe I’ve had you almost half my existence.

You’ve been with me through the worst and best times. #lionkitty #norwegianforestcat #gucci 😻 Love you little buddy 💙”

Written with love and kindness…

Cecille E Kennedy photo
Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan

“Oscar and Doris” A Love Story from Little Whale Cove…

“Oscar and Doris” True love at first sight! https://oregonwild.org/wildlife/northern-spotted-owl

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“Oscar n Doris” are love birds you can see. I see them hugging and kissing when they let me see…

I look closely in the trees behind my house to see. To see these beautiful Northern Spotted Owls love each other, as they always do. Both bring love to my heart and soul…

Oscar n Doris are always together watching their nest, hidden securely in the tree close by. They do not want me to see…

It’s just me, and, Oscar n Doris, alone in the tall fir trees. They know I can see them, but are not afraid of me…

Spotted owls love Douglas-firs, grand firs, ponderosa pines and incense cedars and more. Flying squirrels, wood rats share the forest with Oscar n Doris and other things…

Wood Rats make up meals of delight most days. Other small mammals, birds and reptiles are snacks in between…

Oscar n Doris appear easy to see. They seem tame, often unfazed by my presence. Or, is that just me…

Why Does the Spotted Owl Need Our Help?

Oscar n Doris are protected in Little Whale Cove and everywhere I can see. Their fight for ecological peace is ongoing, as they protect their home in the tall firs in the Cove…

Logging in Western Oregon has steadily destroyed the spotted owl’s home in the tall firs. Oscar n Doris are especially careful to love and protect their young in the nest near by…

But, “Buck” The Big Barred Owl watches from another tall fir near by. He is the highly aggressive outsider, from Florida, they say…

Buck trys to invade Oscar n Doris’s nest when they aren’t looking for him. But both send Buck packing with love and kindness, I see…

For Buck knows love always wins over hate. Oscar n Doris laugh, hug and kiss, as they watch ” Buck,” The Barrel Owl, fly away…to never be seen anytime soon…

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

“Angels” by Tom LaBelle

“Siamese ” Kitty from Siam… https://cattime.com/cat-breeds/siamese-cats#/slide/1
Tom LaBelle, Author, Blogger, Children ‘s Advocate

Many religions maintain there are multiple layers of consciousness; from the one occupied by the amoeba all the way to the Grand Realm in which Providence dwells. One result of this stratification is creatures on layers higher than your own are often taken to be angels.

Jo and I were sitting around the other night, watching the tube.  We’d tuned into a station that runs a lot of UFO stuff when they aired a special on this angel subject.  Bert, the cat, was curled up on my lap purring out his heart when, looking at him, I asked Jo if he might not regard us as angels.

Jo looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I asked her to think what Bert and another cat might say, if we could overhear their conversations.

“So”, says the Siamese from down the street, “you think they’re angels.  Why?”

“Because”, says Bert, “they can do magic!  For one thing, they make food appear – food I don’t have to chase-down.  Sure, I miss the thrill of the kill and all that, but, hey, when it’s rainy and cold, all I’ve got to do is walk into that room with the hard floor and, b`god, there it is: A full dish.  They even make water appear.  And even provide some green-and-growing grass to gnaw.  As to how they do this, I haven’t a clue”.

“Hummmm”, says the Siamese.

“Not only that, dude, but they answer my prayers.  Oh, not every time, but often enough to where I believe in their powers.  For example, if I eat-up all my minced mouse pate, I go see the big one, the one with the white mane, and ask for some more.  Like as not, he’ll get up and make it happen.  Of course, sometimes all he does is sit there and ignore me.

“What’s really neat is if I sit near them while they eat, and ask in a real polite voice, one of them will give me some of their food.  Now I’ll grant you some of the stuff can be pretty bad, but, boy, some is absolutely out of sight.

“And then there’s the matter of the den.  No matter what the weather, it’s always warm and dry.  And I can curl up on their laps – nice and warm and safe.  And you know what?  They’ve even got a nice, sandy place for me to take a dump!  Yes!  No going out in the rain or snow.

“Oh, and I think they live forever. I’ve lived with them all my life and they’ve changed not a whit.

“Moreover, they’ve got all this cool stuff.  For instance, one of them will waive its front paw and, bingo, a box lights up with moving pictures.  Sometimes, for no apparent reason at all, pretty sounds will fill the den”.

“Yeah” says the Siamese, “but they’re weird, man; they’re always walking on their hind legs.  And they’ve got almost no fur.  Nor a tail.  They’re not like us at all”.

“I know, and some of that bothers me too”, says Bert, “but . . .”.

“But nothing, Bert.  Some of them can be downright mean.  The so-called ‘angels’ with whom I lived had a cub that always pulled my tail.  I mean it hurt.  One day he yanked really hard and wouldn’t let go; I had no choice but to turn and rake its arm with my claws.  The big female beat me so badly I damned near died.  I ran away.  I don’t trust them”.

“Aw, that’s to bad.  But mine love me, and I love them.  We’re always seeking each others’ company. . .  Say, why don’t you come in the den with me and ask to stay?  Bet they’ll say Yes”.

And Jo and I probably would.
Thomas H. LaBelleClearview, Washington

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