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A Story of Love, Compassion, Friendship & Loyalty
About eight years ago a wild Australian Sulphur Crested Cockatoo flew into a car and broke its wing. The motorist took it to the Vet in Nerang , Queensland , who had to amputate the wing. We adopted her - for which we needed a National Parks and Wildlife permit - and kept her in a cage outside where she was often visited by wild Cockatoos. One of the things that impressed us was how she would push lettuce leaves through the bars of the cage, offering food to visitors. Last Sunday 23 July 2006, she again had a visitor. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie1.bmp As usual he spent a lot of time sitting on the cage with a tamper proof latch. http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/Aussie2.bmp There was a lot of talking and grooming. A bloke has to look presentable when courting a bird! http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie3.bmp Things got interesting when he approached the front door. . . .... http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie4.bmp The clever fellow figured out how to undo the tamper proof latch! http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie5.bmp He opened the door for a lot of mutual grooming and food sharing... http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie6.bmp Oooh that's nice! Scratch a bit more on that side, dear... http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie7.bmp He was not shy to get into the cage and would go in and out a number of times. http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie8.bmp They mated! http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...00/aussie9.bmp Later on, the whole extended family came visiting but the special mate was back every day so far. http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...0/aussie10.bmp We leave the door open during the day but if we forget, it doesn't matter - cockatoos have intelligence that rival primates. Because she has only one wing, she stays inside or just sits on top. Guess what happened next... The Babies At first it seemed as though he was annoyed because she did not fly off with him and he would squawk a lot. He soon came to understand that she could not fly so he just stayed. However, she was no longer returning to her cage. The two of them would stay in the trees in our garden and because the yard is well fenced, they were safe from dogs but the neighbor�s cat is not kept indoors at night and we often have to chase it away. Chances are the cat would come off second best in a confrontation with a Cockatoo but at night cats remain a danger because they could stalk a sleeping bird on the ground. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...0/aussie11.bmp Cockatoos make their nests in hollow logs but we noticed the male hard at work digging a hole under a clump of Lilly Pilly trees. We put down a hollow log for them but they just ignored us. The nest he dug was a hole with a short tunnel leading off to where she laid her eggs. Once there were eggs in the nest, the male became extremely aggressive. You better not get near the nest or he will take chunks of flesh from your foot. It was difficult to take these pictures because I literally had to steal them while running away from the male. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...0/aussie12.bmp We kept a vigil to see how things were progressing. They took turns incubating the eggs and covering the tunnel. After about three weeks, the eggs hatched. Have a careful look at this picture and try to spot the bit of yellow fluff. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...0/aussie13.bmp Whenever Mum & Dad Cockatoo leave the nest, we try to get a look but you have to do it while running because Dad Cockatoo is chasing you! http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...0/aussie14.bmp Second lap running around the Lilly Pilly trees! http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yl-FwYIQe...0/aussie16.bmp Love Always mudra |
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What a wonderful story about Baxter, the care-dog, Mudra. The animals do bring the love and beauty to our world.
Several years ago my sister was in the hospital gravely ill. Her huge food- loving cat would not eat, would not go out to his garden. He had not ever acted like this when she was away travelling. I took Tux to hospital with permission (Dr. said "Sure, just don't let him bring chocolates...".) He looked at her, she looked at him, a brightness filled the room. Took him back to her place and he went for his bowl and he went to his garden. And sister was out of the hospital soon after that. One Christmas, sister and I visited a small nursing home with a few gifts for the residents. The atmosphere was joyful, and maybe so because of the animals there. Just inside the front door a parrot on a perch yelled out "Hello, How Are You!!!!!". A big yellow lab followed us around. And some contented cats lounged here and there as cats are known to do. In Love, Bushycat |
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Thank you Bushy .. a touching story :wub2:
The self-esteem of a human (or animal) increases exponentially when they are receiving unconditional love from even one person. It is a wonderful thing to be exactly who and what you are and be loved for all of it! Love from me mudra |
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If you become more sensitive to beauty, to poetry, that means your love has blossomed. And all the energy that has been left by fear, anger and hate, will be taken over by your love, your sensitivity, your compassion, your creativity. This is the whole alchemy of changing base metals into gold.
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Brendan Perry`s musical diamond...
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Indeed, sublime music. Touches deeply. Greetings |
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mudra, I hope this story is ok it's a little long but I think very good. I call it
The Folded Napkin... A Truckers Story If this doesn't light your fire ... Your wood is wet! It takes place at a truck stop. here it is... I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie. He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade. The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks. I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot. After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old kid in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met. Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks.. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months. A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news. Marvin Ringers, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Marvin a withering look. He grinned. 'OK, Frannie, what was that all about?' he asked. 'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.' 'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?' Frannie quickly told Marvin and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: ' Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. >From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Marvin nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do. After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face. 'What's up?' I asked. ' I didn't get that table where Marvin and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pete and Tony were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said.. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.' She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something For Stevie.' ' Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything , and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.' That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back. Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting. ' Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate your coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room. I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper n napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern. Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. " Happy Thanksgiving." Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well. But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table. Best worker I ever hired... Plant a seed and watch it grow.... Isn't that what you say mudra !!! If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you Are a compassionate person. Trooly, Tango P.S. Stan, Thank you, for sending this article to me... Love ya... hope it makes the point... |
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Oooh Tango ....what a beautifull compassionate story posted here by a compassionnate man .
Yes it did bring a tear out ..When you think about it ...the inbalance of the world is there as a call to bring the best out of ourselves .. Our point of equilibrium is our Heart ..The more we are grounded into it the more at peace we feel ..Peace within is peace without . Thank you :wub2: Love for You mudra |
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On Bushy's request
Abwoon .. a tribute to our dear sister Day Day has left us beaufifull native american wisdom on this thread : http://www.projectavalon.net/forum/s...ad.php?t=15101 We love you Day :wub2: Wherever you are now I know you are shining your Light . May you see you again one blessed day in Avalon. mudra |
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Thank you for that mudra. In listening to Abwoon, the words 'Divine Harmonics' came to me. I then youtubed divine harmonics in hopes of finding a video to post here and this is what jumped out at me:
Human Harmonics ~ Pt 1 The Journey Within ~ Raising Our Vibration http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC6F4xd4tuE Today was the first day for a week here where we could actually see the sunset. :original: I jumped on the chance to go sit outside and sungaze while it was setting, I've missed connecting with the sun and Earth that way. :wub2: -Love and Light- |
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Thank you, Dear Mudra. It is a very exquisite version of Abwoon. And to Day, thanks always for such inspiratation.
Thank you, Firedrake, for such a wonderful following to that. The Abwoon is Divine Harmonics. And the video you brought us raising vibration is beautiful. So appropriate as we rise. It's growing. In Love, Bushycat |
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Thank you Firedrake .. I love the way you dive in the love flow and bring these pearls of wisdom to the surface :wub2:
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Always a heart empowering visit to this thread.. :)
Thank you, with every bit of my heart. Your energy is beautiful and this world is better to have known it. In light, of love Shaynard |
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Men are born soft and supple;
dead, they are stiff and hard. Plats are born tender and pliant; dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible is a disciple of death. Whoever is soft and yielding is a disciple of life. The hard and stiff will be broken. The soft and supple will prevail. Lao-tzu Love Always mudra |
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Hi Mudra.
It amazes me how much you beautifully get done. I love all the positive threads, just an inspiration. (in spirit) Takes me all my time to keep just one thread going that I care about. Thank you for your contributions there Mudra they are much appreciated. Chris Namaste |
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Here is another one Mudra, It begins,
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.'' Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live. He said,''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'' The Six-year-old continued, ''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'' Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like: When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.... Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.... Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. Take naps.... Stretch before rising.... Run, romp, and play daily.... Thrive, on attention and let people touch you.... Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. LOL On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.... On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.... When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.... Delight in the simple joy of a long walk; we ALL need one.... Be loyal.... Never pretend to be something you're not. If, what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.... When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently. It will make them FEEL better... This came to me from the Dog House... Trooly, Tango |
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The dancer speaks -- smiling. Life is the cosmic dance, listen to the music. Anyone who has loved and lost a dog will know the truth of what you have shared. Chris |
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That story is the most beautifull one I have heard for a long time .
It takes a loving heart to see life in that simple manner. This was well worth posting here . Thank you so much Tango to keep the Love flow going :wub2: Love for You mudra |
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Thank you for your kind words Chris.
I keep a candle burning here in honor of Life .And so do all in Avalon that let their heart speak. I believe we are a great team :wub2: Love for You mudra |
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I am a conduit of eternal benevolence stabilizing and interjecting my morphogenetic field.
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Samurai and a Zen Master, A
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown Printer Friendly Version Comment on Article A samurai, a very proud warrior, came to see a Zen Master one day. The samurai was very famous, but looking at the beauty of the Master and the Grace of the moment, he suddenly felt inferior. He said to the Master, "Why am I feeling inferior? Just a moment ago everything was okay. As I entered your court suddenly I felt inferior. I have never felt like that before. I have faced death many times, and I have never felt any fear -- why am I now feeling frightened?" The Master said, "Wait. When everyone else has gone, I will answer. " People continued the whole day to come and see the Master, and the samurai was getting more and more tired waiting. By evening the room was empty, and the samurai said, "Now, can you answer me?" The Master said, "Come outside." It was a full moon night, the moon was just rising on the horizen. And he said, "Look at these trees. This tree is high in the sky and this small one beside it. They both have existed beside my window for years, and there has never been any problem. The smaller tree has never said to the big tree, 'Why do I feel inferior before you?' This tree is small, and that tree is big -- why have I never heard a whisper of it?" The samurai said, "Because they can't compare." The Master replied, "Then you need not ask me. You know the answer." Love Always mudra |
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My vision is poetic In its simplicity, Light from Source Through me. When our eyes meet The brightness from you Gives me pause. In Love, Bushycat |
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Time to Learn
by: Author Unknown Printer Friendly Version Comment on Article A young but earnest Zen student approached his teacher, and asked the Zen Master: "If I work very hard and diligent how long will it take for me to find Zen." The Master thought about this, then replied, "Ten years." The student then said, "But what if I work very, very hard and really apply myself to learn fast -- How long then ?" Replied the Master, "Well, twenty years." "But, if I really, really work at it. How long then ?" asked the student. "Thirty years," replied the Master. "But, I do not understand," said the disappointed student. "At each time that I say I will work harder, you say it will take me longer. Why do you say that ?" Replied the Master," When you have one eye on the goal, you only have one eye on the path." Love always mudra |
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