Morning Bliss

as morning tickled consciousness
I felt the bliss of nothingness
no cares
no pains
no trains to mis

one eye peeked out
and check the day
the sun screamed back
c’mon
let’s play

a choir of birds
sang from the trees
my only thought was
silence please

the voice of guilt
rang through my head
it’s time, your laziness
get out of bed

this voice was buried in a flash
by memories of my recent past
the years of running for the door
pushing self
do more
do more

then in a fit of selfish glee
I pulled the covers over me
I chose to hide inside my dreams
to feel once more
the peaceful bliss
of pure and simple
nothingness

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Eco-fiction Review 3, “The Last Eagle: by Daniel P. Mannix (1967)

Another classic animal story from Daniel P. Mannix, author of “The Fox and the Hound,” “Troubled Waters, the Story of a Fish, a Stream, and a Pond,” and “The Backyard Zoo.”

The Last Eagle Book Cover

Male bald eagles are smaller than their sisters and must struggle from the beginning to survive. Because size matters in the eagle world, baby boy eagles have to be smarter and more agile than their big sisters who snap up the choicest tidbits and may even eat bothersome siblings if provoked.

The Last Eagle is the story of a male bald eagle born in a huge nest high in an elm tree overlooking the Chesapeake Bay where he is raised by dedicated and attentive parents. As he grows and matures he flaps his way through a number of maturational experiences as he is rendered helpless by an agitated skunk, stashes tools for exercise and rainy day entertainment including an old clorox bottle and a dead eel, tangles with a banded water snake, is duped by a pair of ospreys, manages to get himself waterlogged by a catfish, and perfects his aerial tactics when he is seduced by an older female. Which just goes to show that if you can get out of the nest before being eaten by your sister, life is good.

Author Daniel Pratt Mannix based The Last Eagle on his own personal experience raising a bald eagle as well data accumulated during years of observing and filming eagles. Alight with eagle facts and information, feathered with humor, and nested in a commentary on the fate of the bald eagle in North America, The Last Eagle is sure to entice readers to join other bird watchers and animal lovers as they raise their binoculars together in a heartfelt toast. “To the bald eagle! The lion of the sky!”

Daniel P. Mannix was a uniquely gifted writer of animal stories. I highly recommend his books.

Good Reading!

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Back to Love Basics 7, The Plus Side of Solitude Sucks

It’s easy to get so wrapped up in trying to find our soulmate that we forget about the pleasures of being alone. In case your suffering from the solitude sucks syndrome, may I suggest the benefits of not having someone else around to share life with.

Consider these advantages of being one and only one-

1. Living alone means making the bed is optional rather than submit to the control freak compulsions of a significant other.
2. Being alone means that making pancakes for breakfast on Friday at 9 p.m. requires no excuses.
3. Lonely people don’t have to share the last cookie not to mention feel the least bit guilty eating it.
4. Being alone means you can squeeze the toothpaste tube any darn way you want.
5. Alone means you can watch any television channel you want or those dvd’s you’ve been too embarrassed to share, and drink all the beer or eat all the ice cream you feel like in the comfort of your underwear, without any snarky feedback except perhaps from the pleading eyes of your dog. Okay, if you’ve got a dog you can’t possibly be lonely and don’t need to read the rest of this list.
6. Being alone means you need not explain to anyone just why you feel like blowing up balloons and then stoping on them after a trying day at work.
7. Alone means you can change the color of lipstick you wear every day without your room mate asking “Is something the matter?”
8. Single means that when you order a medium pizza you suddenly have enough “food” to last two entire days.
9. Being alone makes grocery shopping so much easier. “Did she say Toastie Crunchies” or was it “Chocolate Crispies?”
10. There is a singular bliss in solitude knowing that you can fart however and whenever you want.
11. Sleeping alone means you don’t have to pretend you are sleeping when he/she comes home late wanting to talk. Another plus on the subject of sleep is that alone means you don’t have to worry about snoring, unless, like me, you snore so loud you wake yourself up.
12. Being alone means you already have the one audience who will always listen to you. Yourself.
13. Perhaps the greatest gift of being alone is that now you are absolutely, totally available to whatever opportunity comes along. This means that when that elder gentleman in the tuxedo and top hat walks up to lonely you sitting by yourself in the coffee shop and says, “Excuse me, I can see that you are lonely and my anonymous employer has authorized me to hand you this round the world travel ticket including a check for $500,000 to cover expenses. The only stipulation is you must leave this week and you must travel alone.”

Of course, you can have only one answer…

“Me?”

And lastly, being “alone” makes you part of one of the world’s biggest ironies.

Consider this, you are sitting in solitude, feeling down, hoping that your life will change. At this very moment, all around the planet, there are millions of fellow loners just like you, with similar thoughts. Conclusion: you are actually surrounded by a sea of fellow solos. None of you are even close to alone.

I’m waiting for someone to stand up in Starbucks and shout, “Hey! Is anybody else lonely here?”

I’m listening…

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High on Gratitude

in the muck of news’ day platitudes
I’ve lost my cheery attitude
midst hate and anger screamed and spewed
what happened to beatitudes

but past these ugly, mindless feuds
beyond behavior simply rude
there is another world that can be viewed
in Nature’s holy latitudes

in this world outside our doors
flowers dance, birds sing, and oceans roar
a world that heeds not human news
where souls soar high on gratitude

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