Max and Magic - The beauty of Kinship, the heart leads

We are not the at the top of the chain when it comes to spiritual intelligence. Animals have a much better grasp on that element and no need to muck the issue with flimsy language and rote concepts. No need to stick a message in cement.

Spirit flows - Animals are in that flow. They can teach any who are willing to forget what they think they know and step into learning.  

Max, Magic and Chloe. My friends.

- Wendy here - And this is why the story blogged by Tamar Peters resonates so well with me.

My Max arrived after the guides told me the "other" was coming. I had no clue. Other? I certainly wasn't looking for a dog.

He knew the agreement and held to it. Max  came to help remind me I needed to recover my own Animal Communication abilities.

Although I didn't know it at the time, he was the assigned teacher and my partner. We were joined for a time (7 years) with a very good animal buddy who often came to visit - a Golden Retriever named Magic.

They were the best of companions. Escapades include two unfortunate encounters with a skunk. Twice for Max. Magic learned his lesson the first time and ran like a lighting bolt back into the house while Max took full stream odor assault and was left to return head down, tail between his legs, to again stake out a claim in the corner of the garage - awaiting his second go round of tomato-de-skunk-soup spa treatment. It doesn't work nearly as good as not getting sprayed in the first place.

The pals (along with my 3 cats) also kept me company while I wrote. The two are pictured here with kitten pal Chloe (who still thinks she is a Dog) tucked beside Magic's feet. 

Max gave me lots of stories. He sought out those who were in need of comfort (Adult or Child) without any prompt or knowing on my part. The response usually gave away how much that person needed a lift.

He was a patient teacher and is still with me when I need help or protection. Magic was Gracie's Prince Charming. She melted in his presence. Really. (He was also a good Ghost detector.)

Max and Magic have graduated from this course and gone off to play elsewhere - minus tomato-de-skunk-soup spa days. Gracie sees Max occasionally. We are part of the same heart family - in physical form and non-form. Love doesn't die. In the light, we all live on.

I am still learning.  

In the Journal - a Quiet retreat - with Pelicans

“I want a brighter word than bright”  - John Keats

 

Pelicans - rainbows on the water.

That's the kind of day it was ... and the Pelicans were there
... Zen in the water.

From 2014  ... a gem from one of our day trip excursions...

First glance, from a distance,


they looked

like buoys,

such a foreign and
unexpected sight.

Then one moved!

Pelicans!

Driving alongside the water Andy found a tree that cloaked us, we hoped. Taking pictures from the car didn't quite capture the details. I needed a closer angle and a place to idle.

I stepped out and stood among the tree branches and it worked for awhile. Then the seagulls ratted me out and the Pelicans shifted their energy from serene to alert.

Slowly, they took their leave, steady and deliberate, the gentle alteration of their course, downstream and effortlessly away.

I felt the one at the point position had sensed our presence and observed us with a wary eye. He knew I was there and he tolerated my non-threatening action but had given me as much time as he could.
Our time was up.

Mission accomplished, I retreated to the car.
Jack and Gracie had been quite patient.

We lingered a bit, watching a few moments
more as the big, beautiful birds
faded from sight.

Lots of winged activity at the dam,
including two more Pelicans. 

Further down the road, we saw a Bald Eagle (huge) but he was too far for me to even think about getting a pic.

We have found a groove for our excursions at this point. We start out in the car with a specific direction in mind. Gracie and Jack are great travel dogs. The trip usually involves the plan of a hike or an extended walk somewhere.

Keeping the destination optional, we often find new views and trails we hadn't considered that are sometimes better than those we know.

The day unfolds, we enjoy our time and our company on the unexpected journey. Happening upon Pelicans soaking up the sun was a bonus.


John Redmond Reservoir

Wikipedia - The Neosho Valley flooded over 45 times in the 30 years leading up to 1950 when Congress would authorized the project for what was to be "Strawn Dam." Ironically, it was authorized and awaiting construction during the Great Flood of 1951, which inundated downtown Burlington and Strawn where some locations had floodwater 30 feet (9.1 m) deep.

New Strawn, KS
1/2 mile South and 1 mile West of New Strawn, KS
or 2 1/2 miles North of Burlington on US-75
Corps of Engineers