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A Story Of Loss.

20 Tuesday Oct 2015

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Found on Pinterest on 2-19-15. Steven Furrick.

Found on Pinterest on 2-19-15. Steven Furtick.

There once was a girl who had lost her Mother through no fault of her own. The fates decreed it would happen. Like a brave little girl, she threw the loss so deep inside her heart that she was unable to find it. No matter how hard she searched for it, she could not find it.

She left it behind her and went on with the business of living. She couldn’t complain. She was alive and breathing. She was able to smile and she was able to play, but she found she could not cry. But that was ok. The people she saw on a regular basis didn’t want a sad little girl putting her burden out on the ground for the world to see. They wanted her to dance and sing for them. They wanted her to laugh and play with exuberance. She was happy to accommodate them. She wanted to please and she wanted to be liked by people. She knew it was the very thing that made her human.

She got on with the business of pleasing. She laughed and she giggled, she danced and she sang, and she prayed to their all-knowing God. They repeated over and over to her, that God was all she needed. He would talk with her and walk with her, hug her, and read her stories. He would rock her at night, sing her to sleep, and make every thing right. She waited and waited with her heart in her hands, eager to give it away, to the God in heaven, the all-loving God.  They said He was coming for her. She waited and waited . Day after day, she looked everywhere for Him. She finally came to realize, He wasn’t coming for her.

She threw the loss inside her heart, so deep, it was hidden from all. She laughed and she played. She danced and she sang, and nobody noticed but her, that her heart had shriveled up inside and became the size of a pea. Her sense of hope had died in the night. She couldn’t find a part of herself, the part, she called, “Me.”

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Ricky Raccoon Learns a Lesson About Stealing. Part Four.

31 Monday Aug 2015

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Worlds-cutest -raccoons-26-the -chive.com. Found on Google on 8-30-15.

Worlds-cutest -raccoons-26-the chive.com. Found on Google on 8-30-15.

Ricky was busy. He went around visiting his friends and talked four raccoons into going with him. They were frightened and afraid to break the rules, but Ricky was confident and sure of himself. He said, the other raccoons would see them as heroes.

Found on Google on 8-13-15. The chive-com-raccoons. Worlds -cutest- raccoons.

Found on Google on 8-13-15. The chive.com-raccoons. Worlds cutest- raccoons.

The raccoons went in the dead of  night. Their dark masks made them look like the thieves they were. They crossed over on to the land of the humans and raided their corn fields. Ricky ate some of the corn. It was so delicious, he could not stop. Greed filled his eyes. His friends were eating it too. They carried some of the corn to take back to the community. Just as they started the trip home, some coon dogs caught their scent and barked.

The noise shattered the quiet night. Doors banged, shotguns were loaded, and boots hit the ground running. The raccoons were frightened and could feel their hearts thumping in their chest.They took off running for home, but they had eaten so much corn and carried a heavy load. It all slowed them down. Two of Ricky’s friends were shot and died in the fields. Two of them got away, but Ricky did not feel good about it. They made it home with some ears of corn, but they were filled with grief over the death of their friends. The humans crossed over into the land of the raccoons and started shooting in to the trees. The raccoons scattered until the humans left.

The next morning, the raccoon community had a meeting. They wanted to throw Ricky and his friend out of the group to live elsewhere. The raccoons were angry that the laws had been broken and two of them were dead as a result of Ricky’s disobedience. The theft of corn had endangered the lives of the whole community.

The raccoon King could see the grief in Ricky’s eyes and his tears. He said,” You have broken our rules, involved your friends in stealing, and two have died. I think you have been punished enough. You will have to carry this for the rest of your lives.” Ricky bowed his head to the wise King.

He left the meeting, feeling great sadness and remorse. Last night taught him a valuable lesson: There is always a good reason for a boundary. Rules that are made are always there to keep the raccoons safe. Stealing always carries a price tag. For him it was the death of two of his friends.

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Ricky Raccoon Learns A Lesson About Stealing. Part Two.

30 Sunday Aug 2015

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Found on Google. raccoon_procyon_lotor_2-wikipedia. org. on 8-13-15.

Found on Google. raccoon_procyon_lotor_2-wikipedia. org. on 8-13-15.

Months passed, and Ruby watched her son grow into a handsome raccoon. His coat was gray, his face was white, and his ears were small and rounded. A mask of black fur grew around his eyes. He was growing in size. His body was about sixteen inches long and his bushy tail added another eight inches in length. Ricky weighed about fifteen pounds. His  mother made sure he had plenty to eat and Ruby spoiled him. Her grief for his litter mates, who had died before he was born, made her love him more fiercely and sometimes too much.

Found on Google on 8-13-15. Jim Cruce. Raccoons. Audubon Society of Portland.

Found on Google on 8-13-15. Jim Cruce. Raccoons. Audubon Society of Portland.

Ricky grew up feeling entitled to everything around him and he had problems respecting the rights of other raccoons. His mother knew this, but her love for him made her blind to his weaknesses. He loved to stand on his hind legs and watch the world around him. He was proud of his front paws which had non-retractable claws. They were very sensitive and touch was important to him. Ricky’s front paws looked like hands with fingers but no thumb. The fingers could unscrew lids and douse food in the water and clean it. He was intelligent and could figure out how to solve problems quickly using his agile front paws.

Ricky loved to go down to the feeding grounds. He would eat, sleep, and play with the other raccoons. They would explore the woods and go down to the creek to catch fish and wash them. It was so exciting to find frogs, hunt for bird’s eggs, and eat worms and insects. He and his friends would bring back some of the food to the community and try to impress the female raccoons.

Raccoons in the wild are lucky if they live more than a few years. They usually die from harsh winters of starvation or freeze to death. They also die from being hunted and shot by humans. ( Continued in Part three).

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Ricky Raccoon Learns A Lesson About Stealing. Part One of Four.

30 Sunday Aug 2015

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Ruby Raccoon and her son, Ricky.

Found on Google+ on 8-10-15. Gary Seloff. John Michael Garcia.

Found on Google+ on 8-10-15. Gary Seloff. John Michael Garcia.

Ruby was a gray raccoon with a black mask across her eyes. There was some red hair in her dense fur. She was going to give birth to her kit in the spring. Ruby was looking forward to talking with her relatives when they met in the forest clearing for their monthly meetings. She couldn’t wait to tell them about the four little raccoons moving inside her body. Ruby wanted to find out who else would be giving birth in the spring, and ask others where the best places were for catching fish after the ice broke. This would be her first litter. Her front paws loving touched the bulge in front of her body.

Ruby lived in a tall oak tree in the forest. The tree had a large hollowed out space, carved by Mother Nature. It was so deep that it stayed warm and dry when it rained. It was just the right place for her to wait until Spring. She closed her eyes and slept deeply and dreamed of the wee ones growing inside her. She knew they would be welcomed with joy and excitement by the other raccoons in the community.

Spring came early and the snows had receded. The hollow was warm from the heat given off from Ruby’s body. It was telling her the baby raccoons were about to come. She looked up as her sister entered the den. “It’s time,” she said. The long, hard labor was getting to Ruby. She was tired and counted three babies. She nuzzled two of them and got no response. She kept on licking them. They were girls but they were still. She moved to the third raccoon in the litter and licked it. Over and over she licked the lifeless raccoon until her sister stopped her. Her heart was breaking with grief. She would never get to watch them grow. Her sister said, “Ruby, you must rest,” and she carried the baby raccoons out to a special place in the forest while Ruby slept.

When her sister returned, she found Ruby in labor again. Out came the baby raccoon. She looked down at him and heard soft, bird like twittering sounds. Her heart grew large with joy. She licked him until he was clean. She moved close to him and he started to nurse. Ruby looked at him with tenderness and said, ” Your name shall be Ricky, Ricky Raccoon.” She smiled with pride at her new-born son. ( Continued in Part Two ).

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Timothy Heron Learns A Lesson In Courage. (Part Four).

08 Saturday Aug 2015

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Found on Google on 8-6-15. Great Blue Heron. Magnolia Gardens.DSC 0261.

Found on Google on 8-6-15. Great Blue Heron. Magnolia Gardens.DSC 0261.

Timothy’s eyes filled with tears. Here he was feeling as low as any one bird could feel. He felt lonely and not like his true self. He wanted to live. He was born to fly high in an endless blue sky, but fear tied him to the earth. His mother stood before him and said, “Life has been difficult for you. You almost died. It makes sense you would feel afraid. Fear does not define you. You are more than fear. Embrace your fear. It is part of you, but not all of you. You must make a choice of how you want to live. If you want to be shackled by fear and never taste what you love to eat; If you want to never feel your heart soar, nor do the things you love to do; If misery is what you desire; then choose to be controlled by fear.” Timothy didn’t want that for his life. His mother stood, eyes filled with love and acceptance.

“Timothy. your destiny lies within you. If you want to soar in endless space; If you want to eat fish and  you prefer fish; If you want to continue to do the things you love; If you want to live free and be the real you; Seize this moment and take control. Choose courage instead of fear. Chose life and not death. Feel the fear, but do what you love to do. Say to yourself when you feel fear:’ breathe’. Imagine my wings protecting you when you feel afraid. Keep your mind on something else as you battle fear. Bite your fish in pieces before swallowing. Focus on flying. Be space. Be the wind roaring past your body. Be the clouds you fly through. Find ways to meet your objectives. I cannot do this for you. You must choose and do the work to accomplish your goals. Remember always, I believe in you. Believe in yourself. You can do this. I am with you. Carry me inside your heart. Carry God within your soul. Live, my dearest one, live!”

Timothy saw her fly away, but he felt OK. He knew he carried inside the things he needed to live free. He walked down to the pond and he caught a fish. He tore it in pieces and swallowed it piece by piece. He lifted his wings to take off and felt the fear inside him. He took a breath, and he became one with the wind, the sky, and the endlessness of space. His heart soared and he became the heron he believed he could one day be.

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Found on Google. Blue Heron Counseling. www.holistictherapywnc.

Found on Google. Blue Heron Counseling. http://www.holistictherapywnc.

Timothy Heron Learns A Lesson In Courage. (Part Three.)

08 Saturday Aug 2015

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Found on Google + on 8-3-15. Herons. St. Petersberg, FL. Rick Schwartz.

Found on Google + on 8-3-15. Herons. St. Petersburg, FL. Rick Schwartz.

Timothy’s friends were watching when they saw him fall from the sky above and hit the water below. They flew over to where he had landed and as a group, they were able to pull him on to the edge of the pond. Several of the herons jumped on top of him and water was expelled from his bill.  Slowly, Timothy opened his eyes. He was grateful his  friends had saved his life. He was acutely aware he had barely escaped death.

The next several months were busy for the herons, for it was nesting time. Timothy’s friends were out in full force trying to impress the female herons with their strength and their agility in flying.  Every week they would look for Timothy’s happy disposition, but he was absent from the social gatherings. They missed his wit and his ability to make them laugh. They had gone to the nest he had built-in the tallest tree, but he wasn’t there.

Timothy had moved his home to a nest of reeds. He no longer had the desire to fly or eat fish. Every time he would think of those two things, a feeling of dread took over his mind. Fear grew inside his soul. He no longer believed in his ability to fly. The thought of eating fish made him choke. Because he was afraid and felt shame about his fear, he hid from the other herons. He missed his friends but he could not bear them knowing how far he had fallen in his own expectations for himself. He brooded in silence. He would eat only the smallest of mice and tiny insects. He loved fish but could no longer eat them. He loved to fly, but he had to stay grounded or he would die. His nights were sleepless because the feelings and thoughts of almost dying would come back to haunt him. He was miserable, but he didn’t know how to stop it. He thought he would feel like this forever.

Found on Google at www.scientificillustrator.com on 8-6-15. Great -blue-herons. Gina Mikel.

Found on Google at http://www.scientificillustrator.com on 8-6-15. Great -blue-herons. Gina Mikel.

Night fell and as he tried to sleep, he saw a light in the far distance coming towards him. He kept his eye on the light and the closer it came, he realized it was a heron. She came and stood before him with a heavenly glow. It was his mother as she once was: full of dignity and spiritual strength. Her eyes were full of love and compassion for her son. (Continued in Part Four.)

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