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ROCKY THE DUCK

A friend of mine has a friend named Rocky. Rocky  is a biped; Rocky is a duck. My friend is a biped named Mary; Mary is not a duck.

Mary enjoys scooting along the canals in Phoenix, Arizona; she enjoys the scoot, the fresh air and the opportunity to acquire a clear head.

Mary likes ducks.

I’m not sure if she has always liked ducks. I’m curious you see because I too like ducks. Chickens are okay. I’ve known some chickens in my life but chickens aren’t as smart as ducks and who would ever think to name a chicken Donald or Huey, Dewey or Louie; and Rocky? No chicken could ever get along with the other chickens with a name like Rocky.

When Mary met Rocky I suspect it was rather one sided. Actually (if I got the story right), Rocky was a duckling at the time and he must have stood out from the others; at least I don’t remember Mary talking about Rocky’s diblings (that’s duck for duck sibling) by mentioning Darlene or Joey, if ya know what I mean.

I asked Mary recently repeat the story  which she gladly did.

I don’t know where she spotted Rocky but my brain has filled that in for me and In my mind’s eye I can very clearly see Mom and the kids waddling down the canal under the cottonwoods near 56th and Indian School Rd. So there.

I think that Mary must have stopped to linger for a few minutes for she clearly fell head over heels in love with the duckies (you should see her eyes light up when she tells the story). She may not have been a duck lover before the incident but Mary is now a duck lover for life.

When Mary gets to that part of the story where Rocky is missing, that light in her eyes becomes a flash of lightning. I think the way she tells it is that on the second visit Mom was there and perhaps one of the kids but there was no Rocky.

Mary looked up and down the canal for a while, jogging this way and that and finally with a pout and a wrinkled brow returned to her living room and pondered the possibilities of a missing Rocky.

Mary is a very determined lady which is probably what drew her to Rocky in the first place for you see, she did not talk about Rocky as though she was a Mother Duck – after all Rocky had a mom. No, Mary’s eyes spoke of Rocky kinda like a brother, yeah that’s it; Rocky was a brother duck and Mary in the telling comes alive again when letting me know that Rocky was back on the third day.

She reported nothing else about brother Rock that I can recall, just that Rocky was alive and well and back with Mom and his diblings.

I think that must have been a year or so ago that these compelling events became such an attractive story; When I saw Mary on Sunday she brought me up to date; Rocky is a daddy Duck now and has ducklings of his own, One looks exactly like Rocky. The rest are decidedly Mom.

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LIVING LOVE AND LOVING LIFE

LIVING LOVE AND LOVING LIFE

 

What comes to mind when you think of success?

Do you wrangle with rhythm your views of the best?

Do you shine your shoes and smile as you dress?

Do you look in the mirror and beat your chest and say

“My, my…

I love my life and I Love Living it…

Look at that smile –

I love sharing it.”

Great; now go write that book on SUCCESS.

GATHERING SHARING RELIABLE INFORMATION

color029_sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50 Boy building a model airplane as girl watches. Robstown, Texas, January 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Arthur Rothstein. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

The word “proof”, when added, changes a report into an advertisement, a discovery into a product and the reader into a victim of inanity. Proof can render the world’s greatest lie into disaster by posing successfully as TRUTH.

When the habit of seeking proof is replaced with the business of seeking evidence we learn to start with questions that are free of bias; we discover TRUTH and we improve our personal relationships and our lot in life.

Mistakes are no longer a threat under such a system; they are simply a way of tweaking the path; Mistakes make learning attractive  and teach us patience with those who are “always right”. These mistakes can rescue us from the mire of mindless management, of running the risk of never growing and of never again learning a single new thing.

(I think I got that right.)

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SMILE,DAMMIT

 

SMILE,DAMMIT

Conceit, haughtiness, egoism, feelings of superiority, excessive self-pride, overconfidence, superciliousness, self-importance and condescension are the descriptions of we whose true feelings more accurately could be labeled as sadness,  an emotion  which then threatens the hearts and minds of those in its presence.

Conceit is the opposite of pride, the enemy of dignity and the destructive force that limits friendship and destroys Love.

Pride on the other hand is an expression of Love.

A closer look at  conceit may well reveal the existence of an enormous,  secret fear  so devious as to escape detection even by the owner.

A smile however, bonds those who wear it and replaces that glimmer of bravado that says “you can’t touch me. “

Oops. you caught me talking to myself. 

Smile, dammit.


Lee Broom  

LOVE BECOMES THE LOVER.(Re-edited and amended 10/19/2017)

LOVE BECOMES THE LOVER

To Love is to Heal.

To Accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.

Fear reveals itself again as first light dawns and wanes as…

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lights the Path.

The Path is NOW

This is the way,.

To Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

Accept the LOVE and pass it on.


Lee Broom