Sit Down, Shut Up, and keep those Prayers Coming ! Or how I learned to be Anxious and still keep from hitting someone with a Banana Cream Pie.

 

          So, I am one of those people who abhor the use of Violence. Being Yelled at or much worse, me Yelling at someone ( I have been trying so very hard to become much more Patient and Calm ). I try my very best to be nice to everyone , especially those that have difficulty with me. When I write I take great care to choose my words as carefully as I can and still get my meaning across. Softly, is the word I might use to describe how , when I write the words I use. I know I am just one voice trying to get a message of Love, Patience, Warmth and Caring across through the stories I write. Sometimes a seed that is planted will take hold and grow the most wondrous of Fruits, but something has happened and it makes me thing an outside force is bringing things to a boil. Soft it seems is for weaklings, not a real person would speak soft with thoughts of Love and caring for those other than ourselves. So on that note I will stop ( For Now ) writing soft and will tell it like you think it is ( No , not all of the people I know are thinking this but it needs to be said and those I know the best will know my meaning and know I only want , Love and Understanding ). In writing this I hope I can get my message across , because what I am seeing disturbs me to no end. People are Retreating into themselves , further and further into a safe corner of their own mind and body. When we are driven into a corner , it is never ant good and will end even worse, these are not the problems of just one place , one small corner , No this is something big and it is spreading ( Far Worse than the Corona Virus ) throughout the world, we must not be separated from each  other.                          NOW I SAY !  SIT DOWN, SHUT UP, AND KEEP THOSE  PRAYERS COMING !                              WOW ! Everything in Caps , I must be Yelling !  I am so sorry for that but I must. I am so tired of things being said and done that push us farther apart. I would ask , where has Common Sense gone but that may seem soft, so that is why, Sit Down , Shut Up , and keep those Prayers Coming.                                     With what has been written and what has been taken out of context because it is like the game of phone tag, one person has told the next and by the time it gets to us the message has been forever changed and now no one can believe what is said and being done. I will try to break it down and then let you decide if what I am Yelling is worth all the Yelling !  First, I say, Sit Down. I am really asking not telling, but when you sit down things happen, first you take the burden off of your feet and then start to relax. When you sit , your body knows it is time to take a breath and when you do, it calm's you, when you are calm you can start to see things that maybe you can't when you stand and are erect and stiff. So now you are sitting becoming calm and hopefully open to hear things, because the next thing you hear is, Shut Up ! I know I hate it when someone tells me to Shut Up. So I know it puts up a very big Red Flag even if you are sitting. But you are sitting and by me telling you to Shut Up I am really asking you to take a leap of Faith, yes Faith. I am not your Mother telling you to Shut Up because she can or your teacher in the class where everyone is talking all at once the the last nerve is frayed and breaking so as a last resort , SHUT UP ! No, I am a writer asking you to Stop, you are sitting you are in one place and now I want you to listen , so to that I say Shut Up so maybe you can find a way to help yourself and those with whom you Love and want the best for , which brings me to the very Crux of why I have you sitting and Shutting Up, LOL. Prayer. Yes Prayer !  I am not a Preacher and I hope this being written does not seem to be Preaching but it may so just stay sitting and listen. Prayer works different ways for different people. W@hen you Pray all you are doing is talking and what are you talking about, your fears your difficulties what you want to happen to you and those around you. Yes it is all of those things and much , much more. What you don't know is that Prayer helps and with just a tiny bit of Faith it works even better. Prayer might just be an expression of what is going on in your life and maybe others as well. It is like a Vibration of like thoughts, each person having doubts and fears, it sends out a feeling, like when you are nervous it is relieved somewhat or all together when you talk to someone about it, well it is the same with fear . Fear sends out a signal a Vibration if you will allow that definition , but when you talk it is like a light has been lit and you can see the fear for what it is, the unknown and to Pray is to Light up a path to see our life as it is and mostly it is the need to be wanted or better told, the need to be Loved, Prayer brings that to you only when you Pray with Love in your Heart and thoughts of Peace , Harmony, and the want of those things for others not just yourself. Well now I am all Yelled out and I do hope you can forgive me for being hard instead of soft, but prayer does help and those of us whom pray daily with the thought of others first can tell you that there is peace to be had in Praying. 

THE WRITER 

 

All things are beautiful if looked at through the eyes of a believer !

When we believe , like the simple , unadulterated belief of children , things all around us are beautiful.  Laughter is not only possible but Mandatory !  When crying does erupt , there is always one who will go and hold the crier's hand and wait with them until the crying is all gone and a smile is reaching their heart.Any one who has children or is involved with young children see this happen every day, it is the promise of youth to those who have lost the simple ability to see as a child, the simple beauty  of life and everything that is contained within !   The concept of money owed or borrowed is a page not written yet, yes all to soon it will be an integral part of everyday living but there is no need to snatch that from the Believers of Santa, the Easter Bunny and so much more , when we allow and actually aid in this action we are spreading something Magic that only lasts for an instant in children's lives we are the keepers of that belief and it is up to us to encourage every and all sorts of beliefs that let our children make magic to aid US in our daily lives so that when we look into our child's eyes we can see the magic happening right there on their pretty little faces !   

THE WRITER

Trying to remember how to go from Face Book Posts , cut and Paste then bring them here to my Blog !

I thought my mind was a bit more elastic than that. I know when I read a direction to do something that I have never done before, I must read and do at the same time so I will not forget how to do that specific thing, what ever that specific thing is. Well , now I know that I am leaning over the Old Age post and forgetting to untie my Horse before I try to Gallop off into, the doing of a thing !  I now need to go back and relearn how to cut and paste from one site to another. I had it down pat and used it well. I moved many of my old posts from Face Book , to this site, My Blog, littlepaddle.com. Oh well , it just goes to show that even an old dog who learned a new trick can forget where he buried his Learned Bone !               THE WRITER 

My Silence, Written differently from any other writing I have ever posted ! I ask complete Honesty when Critiquing. 9/26/2020

 My Silence :   The Writer

Silence, not only do I hear it, but I Fear it with equal animosity. There are no Vibrations, still , empty and unable, for even a Whisper to my own Heart.                                                                                                  Unlike Sight  with all its sharp shaded inconsistencies and colored incongruities .

This Silence I Own !  Unlike any Prepared Silences, mine hold my hand, where yours , Flirts and Flits Circuitously and Perpendicular, to any and every Nuance and mine sits and waits for even the smallest of rewards, yet knowing fully well the reward has been paid in full , as to , being New Borne , is as to aged mockery.                                                                                                                                                             Silence is not just a mere physical adaptation, with my Psyche, the open dogeared chapters. Sight and the other senses are of , Tangent, grapple, view & audition , experience new Visual Ques , experience " The Love of the Arts."

My Silence is Deafening , in its completeness .  At  the drop of a hat, it Attacks !  Viscous , Loud and Querulous, Slanted  Slamming, direct and Deathly Dedicated to the Weathers Whim.                                    Nature , in my Silence is the Apex Predator and I am lees than any prey. I can never run away , crawl or walk , these attacks have corrupted my Hard Drive and brought me to my knees !                                          At times , I am the Dark in a World of Light and my Essence calls out for any Hinge, a Lever.          

I am Blessed ... I am Cursed,  you decide !                                                                                                        There are times , or maybe , Spaces in that long series of eye opening and eye closing. I feel a presence in this great empty stillness . Auditory Light, a inspirational Vibration  of Excellence and Expression of Awareness, So To ! .  .  . I AM NOT ALONE ! 

THE WRITER

 

     

                                                                                                         

 

Why I write , and why should I , when it doesn't get read !

    Why do I write when I am not even sure any one will read what I have written. I am not really sure why this is so. I know I love to write and when I have written something I think is good , I know I want to share it with someone. Do I think what I have written is important ? I am not sure it is important , until someone reads it and says its good , which has happened almost never, yet I keep on writing. When I go back to some of the older things I have written ,then I am really not sure , because of how bad it seems, with no back board to bounce it off of then it just goes and is left there , a pile of letters incorporated into sentences with not a thought of being a thought just words on a page. Still I write and respond myself to myself what is beyond that I have no clue. And still I write and wait for something ? To be noticed , how can one be noticed if you don't pull your pants down and show what you got, its seems just like that you need sex drugs and or rock and roll , and even now rock and roll is not in favor anymore and drugs seem passe. So if you have long legs and a great set of tits your able to get noticed but is your 15 minutes of fame worth it ? I guess if you want to be seen it is , is what I have to say worth me showing my tits, probably not only because I am old and have not got a set of great tits anymore. I want to stop because its depressing not being read and someone anyone who can tell me what I have written has worth, but I can't stop it is an addiction that I like , I write things that I feel need to be said so I keep on writing whether or not any one reads and enjoys or gets pissed or says you suck anything maybe I need to tell something so outrageous that everyone will hate me and read what I have written so they can tell me to go get fucked , but at least I will have been read !   Good bye for now or forever which ever comes first !
                     THE WRITER

Goodbye, Red Tail The True Story of why the Mated pair of Red Tail Hawks moved from that Pine Tree in my backyard !

                                                      GOODBYE ,  RED TAIL
                   

   Whenever I saw Red Tail, it seemed as though he was happy. Even when he wasn't soaring so high he was just a speck in the sky. Wheeling about drifting with the winds and circling back to where he started. He seemed happy doing what came naturally , flying high in search of his next dinner.
   It is said that when you see a Hawk in the sky alone it is a message from Spirits and if you believe in Spirits and Divine messages, then this is a story for you.
   My living in the country, farm life if you will, started my Senior year in High School. Moving from the Silver City to Durham and getting a ride back and forth my Senior year certainly made it easier to skip class and go else where, but I did graduate by the fine hairs that my face wasn't ready for yet.  So now I was a country boy, from the big city. Yeah the farm we lived on had all the things you could expect on a farm , cows , pigs , chickens , roosters, Guinea Hens, with the loudest most awful cry that even a loud rooster would be proud of. Geese that made the patrol rounds , that routed the entire 14 acres , only to do it again with the same route the next day and the next, probably several generations later but still the same path.
   I have always been fascinated by Birds of Prey, birds that hunted from on high, diving at incredible speeds and taking there prey in one swift motion, if that motion was going down at 70 m.p.h. or more. Eagles , Hawks, and Falcons had a strange effect on me. I don't know how my brother knew of this fascination and certainly didn't know how he managed to get me  Peregrine Falcon. All I knew before this happened , he told me to come down below the deck and help him build an enclosure. Chicken wire , several branches for perches , a watering and feeding niche, an entrance within an entrance, so that I could go in close the door behind me and then go into the enclosure. Several days later, Malcolm my brother came to me with a split face grin and said follow me. The absolute last thing in the world I would have thought he was going to show me was a Beautiful Blue Grey Peregrine Falcon ( Falco Peregrinus ) sitting on the perch in the enclosure , Mal and I, had built just a few days ago, I was literally speechless, which made my brother laugh to no end. I had never seen my brother happier, there was my Bird of Prey , She had a hood on and a tether loosely  tied to the perch. I couldn't take my eyes off of her but my brother dragged me away telling me I had lots to learn before next week when Mr. Hawk ( that's right, Mr. Hawk ) came here to inspect the enclosure and the Falcon and me. " Me " I asked, "Yeah , you, they have to know you know what your doing to be able to handle a Bird Of Prey properly", " well ain't that something, okay " with that he handed me a manila envelope with the Birth Certificate , its lineage, proper feeding and the proper food, proper handling, he looked at me and gave me one more surprise, a Leather Glove that went clear up to my elbow. We both went down and admired my bird, I was so excited I couldn't think of a name, not just yet. Sleep didn't come easy and when it finally did, I had a dream of hunting with a Falcon. My brother was gone doing what it is brothers do when they are 4 years younger and the older brother doesn't pay much attention, there was a letter from him to me telling me he would see me in a couple of days and to enjoy the moment. I took fresh water and brought a mouse with me to feed , oh I still didn't have a name, well when I see her I'll know. Downstairs and outside , looking at the enclosure, something is wrong, both doors to the enclosure are open. The tether and hood are tangled on the perch, holy shit my Bird is gone !
   Its been many years since I have thought of the Bird, my Peregrine Falcon , I never did figure out what had happened. Now with the sight of Red Tail my Fascination begins again.
 A Red Tail Hawk is a born killer, not for sport , certainly not , but for life, his life and now the life of his mated partner. Red Tail Hawks mate for life and are very family oriented which you can see mostly when building their nest, special care is taken from both the male and female. The Male hawk shares the incubation period with the female, taking turns hunting and caring for the egg or eggs .
   I don't know why Red Tail took the big Pine that was on the border of the yard behind mine. The last really big ice storm left holes in the trees making a clear view of where the Hawks nest was, you couldn't make out the nest , even with a pair of binoculars but you could see then take off and land in the tree , then climb into the branches, disappearing in the camouflage of pine.
   The way the trees were lined up from north to south gave me a perfect view of the pair coming and going, one time especially. I was in the bedroom that lines up perfectly enabling me to see the bushes running north to south, a literal runway coming from the Pine tree in the back yard . I happen to be installing new wooden blinds in the window facing out towards that runway, when I spot the Male, Red Tail swooping down out of the pine tree over the shed and down to about tree feet off of the ground, still gliding from the initial take off he went past the window where I got a first hand look at his wings out stretched ( about 5" across ) while he silently slipped by , in between the house and the 4" tall, meticulously  trimmed ever green shrubs. Then just as effortlessly flapped once twice, then thrice and was going up into the sky without a prey knowing there was a killer coming to find them.
   I had other moments with the pair, sitting on the front peak of my shed, flying over the house dipping down and coming into close view as if just for me to see, but not another moment like that in time and beauty with Red Tail.
   Spring had come and was inching its way towards summer, the days were warmer and getting longer. Most of the Spring born animals were finding their foot holds and learning survival skills in the open world from Momma as it is the usual way in Nature.I am very lucky to have a special spot in this neighborhood , being so close to a wooded area that runs for miles . There is an abundance of wild animals that cross from the wooded area to a well used path that ends up at water and then an open field to more wooded land. I often see baby deer or young fox or hare coming and going but my favorite is my feeder in the big Bay Window at the front of my house. I have a Humming bird sugar feeder and a four section bird feeder. I get many , finches, woodpeckers and occasional Cardinal but for the most part its Sparrows. There are sparrow nests in the Red Maple in the front yard  but the closest and easiest to see a new born hatching is in , one or the two shaped evergreen shrub. The decorative bush to the left side of the entrance to the house has had a nest in it every season as long as I can remember. I had been watching with interest this particular Sparrow family because of the opening that got just big enough to see almost the entire nest after the last winter.
   On one morning not different from any other morning, I looked into the nest hoping to catch a glimpse of newly hatched birds , but to my shock I saw something that didn't  register as anything I could recognize. I kept looking and looking again, then a picture was shaping into what I was truly seeing. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing until Red Tail moved a wing as a Sparrow tried to enter the nest and Red Tail with all the new born Sparrows clutched in its talons and trapped in its beak came flushing out of the small hole to the nest, all wings and  talons showing front, then extending those wings out like a pair of pointed hands separating the opening and blasting out at full speed, up and into the front yard, escaping the shrub with every single baby Sparrow, clutched and biting. As I watched in horrible shock, and amazement while still holding my breath, not truly understanding what it was that i just saw, but seeing and believing all in that terrible instant that it actually took for the whole sequence of escape and flight. Red Tail had waited patiently while the parents went somewhere leaving the nest unguarded for a moment, then like a shadow with no noise or fuss, stole into that seemingly small space and took the lives of a Sparrow family, to feed his own. That is the life of a Hunter
   Now you may think that was the end of the story, I thought so until about two weeks later.
   What I failed to notice or even realize the Red Tail or his mate had not been seen in the skies or anywhere for that matter. Which , all in all isn't something you notice at first. What did happen was that Red Tails mate had had just one egg, which is not something unusual , at times a Hawk may have more than one , but varied from season to season . Some seasons no egg mat come. So seeing either Hawk really didn't register until an extremely fast and hard rain. So hard in fact that the gutters were over flowing down the back of the gutter and coming down the house. Seeing the rain running down the house worried me enough to bring out the aluminum ladder and bring it up to see what is happening. From right to left I checked, the gutter was full, backed up and nothing coming out of the down spout. Moving my ladder so I could reach in and find out what was blocking the down spout. I reached in and to my surprise I pulled out a Hawks egg. It seems a squirrel stole the Hawks egg from the Pine tree and was carrying it back to his Drey ( Nest ) when he lost hold of it as it rolled down the roof landing in the gutter, he was not able to retrieve it so it was left there until this rain and my discovery.. What I believe is that a squirrel saw his chance just like Red Tail, took the chance and ran. The life of a hunter is always hard, every day you must face the fact that if you don't kill , you don't eat and if you don't eat long enough , you will die.
   So this is my Goodbye to Red Tail and his mate, I hope they have a family now but I guess I'll never know, I will miss him in his tree and especially gliding through my yard.
THE WRITER   July 25th, 2020
 

Humility of Passion, by me, J.P. Sarno AKA... THE WRITER

                                       Humility of Passion


   It is sad , that such great men, come of late and dark. That great arguments have been settled by Humility of Passion. I have searched far and wide throughout my life and found few. OH ! you can be glad that they are not all gone, but it seems that their voice gets lost through Petulance and Arrogance of Contenders. Men who spoke of speaking softly and carrying a big stick, would have a stern warning of cooperation between lines, for the leaders of today. No grievance  would stay untouched, not contrary or indulgent, rather, passion of a higher truth, between what a man wants and what a men would be willing to give up to see a balance that all can abide.
   Please know I have a strong love of all men who are created from Star Dust and will return so. Our time is so brief that to squander it on, " I AM , So I say, to be sure, I am right and there is no other way " , is just unbelieving in self realization . Look closely at yourself, to your neighbors, to those you love the most, they all seek a truth, a safe and warmer world for your children and your children's children. So think on these people or better yet, a close friend to argue with, even if no cure can be found, just two friends knowing and trusting that each others heart and soul is sound .