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…

“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…