Sunday, July 22, 2007

Goodbye Chico....

Got up this morning....made coffee, and was opening the blinds when I saw our little cockatiel, Chico, who had been with us for 9 years lying dead on the bottom of her cage. She was three years old when we got her which put her at 12 when she died. She was a good little bird who was very loving and would allow you to hold and handle her all you wanted. She was a hand-raised baby who had been given to us by a firend of mine who used t work at the law firm where I am currently employed. Her name was Liz Fitchen and she was leaving the city to move to the midwest to get married, and thought that two birds would be too much to take. So, she chose to take her pocket-parrot, Opus, instead of Chico, and left Chico to live with us. Chico was primarily my daughter Andrea's bird for a long time, but as teenagerhood settled in on my daughter and her room became more dark and uninviting, Chico's care began to flag as well, so, just about a year ago, maybe just over, I moved Chico out into the living room so she could be around where most of the family activity took place.

About two years ago we were all surprised by Chico when we discovered, by finding eggs in the bottom of her cage, that she was a "Chica" and not a "Chico" after all. explained why, all the years we had her, she didn't learn to talk. The females of the species just don't have as much capacity for it as the males.

In November of last year, I bought her a really nice cage, and she lived her remaining days with the light of day on her for as many hours as it was available in the sky. She loved her honey sticks and spray millet. She would only squawk and squeak when she was hungry or needed new water. She was a great little pet, but now she's free. She's free to fly the blue skies beyond the boundaries of this flesh-life.

These pictures of Chico (whom we could never get accustomed to calling "Chica" after our revelation about her gender), were taken on April 1. Our friends Jaime and Melanie had come to visit with their dog, Lu-Lu, and Melanie wanted to see what it was like to hold the little bird. As you can see, Chico made it a pleasant experience for Melanie who really enjoyed holding her. Chico never disappointed people when they wanted to hold and pet a nice little bird who wouldn't bit them. She's bending down for a little scratch behind the neck like she loved.

So bye-bye, Chico, baby. You were a good little pet, and we tried to make you happy while you were with us. Fly free now and please remember us well if you remember us at all.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Swimming in theQuantum Sea, and Cecilia

Good morning...happy Wednesday in the middle of July from Seattle where it is raining and about 68 degrees outside.

Just got off the phone with my buddy Ce-ce, with whom I seem to be extra connected. We talked about quantum physics. Not many of my friends I can talk to about somethin' like that in the first place - and, as it turns out, Missy Cecilia had been given a vision of the string theory of matter when she was in a half-sleep some years ago. I told her that she was retarded lucky....and we chatted for a while about a book I've been reading and I read her a passage about microtubules and we ooooo-ed and awww-ed together for a little bit about the reality of being light-emitting ethereal beings. Then we talked about tarot and the fact that I had returned some money to her for a reading she had purchased a couple of weeks ago. I just came into the office this morning and thought "I can't let another minute go by without giving this girl her money back because I haven't done the flippin' reading yet," and so I came in, logged on to PayPal, wrote her a nice little note and proceeded to go to work. She calls, and we talk (as I've already mentioned), and all the while she is thinking that I did the PayPal thing in response to an email she sent me this morning....had to have been VERY close to the same time I sent the PayPal money...but I had NOT seen the email...I did NOT know that she too was thinking of it....perhaps I should've known...but I didn't.

Ce-ce...if you're reading this, you gotta know that I'm thinkin' it would be great to conduct some psychic experiments together if you're game to do it. I already mentioned the astral travel....maybe I really SHOULD try it.

Okay, so I DO have to get back to work - the mysteries of the universe will simply have to wait 'til after 5:00, but I did want to share this poem on my Blog. I wrote it a couple of nights ago as a homage to the glorious entity that is the Moon....

Did you ever open your arms
to the Moon....

When She was round and
Gorged with radiant dreams?
Did you feel the cool, silver light wash over you -
Remind you of the gift of Magic,
and Infinite possibility?

Or when she was a silver crescent
Slicing the summer night sky?
Did you feel Her young and eager energy
Quicken the tides of your blood?
Did you remember your Power?

Or when her light was full spent -
hanging at the flickering point
Before the final darkness ,
And re-entry to the womb?
Did you sense the weight of time?
And , if only for the briefest of moments,
Know the secrets of the Quantum Sea?

Did you ever open your arms to the Moon?
Bright blessings, everyone...and don't forget: Magic is EVERYWHERE.