Something Beautiful to Share with You

Go in and in.
Be the space
between two cells,
the vast, resounding
silence in which
spirit dwells.
Be sugar dissolving
on the tongue of life.
Dive in and in,
as deep as you can dive.
Be infinite, ecstatic truth.
Be love conceived and born in union.
Be exactly what you seek,
the Beloved singing Yes,
tasting Yes, embracing Yes,
until there is only essence;
the All of Everything
expressing through you
as you. Go in and in
and turn away from
nothing that you find.

By Danna Faulds

Happy Sweet 16, Pooker!

It's hard to believe...Pooker is 16 today. She is a healthy, happy, assertive and very pretty cockatiel.

It was 1994 and I was in Seattle over the winter holidays visiting my friend, Justine. My parakeet of 8 years, Misha, had died that spring. That was quite sad. It was the first time (unfortunately not the last) that I had to make the decision to euthanize an animal. Besides being sad, it was traumatic.

So Justine in her just get it done manner took me to this parrot market "just to look" at birds. I really was in no mood to acquire another bird. Until I met the girl. She was just a month old and the parrot porter was taking her out of a box and putting her in a cage. Younger than this, they do not have the dexterity and strength to hold themselves up on a perch.

He put her on my hand and she immediately scurried up my arm and onto my shoulder and as many birds will, she nestled deep into the nape of my neck. It was darling. There I stayed with her for some time.

The next day, we went back: "just to look." We opened the cage and she did the same thing. Trouble. I really wanted to take this bird home but I was living in the dorm at Mt. Holyoke at the time, sharing a suite with Jill. Oh, and there was a no pets rule (Misha excluded.)

I called Jill from Justine's land line--my cell phone only worked in my car-- "what do you think?" Jill was easy going and a mom of 4 and was quite open to a new addition to our sunny 2 bedroom suite overlooking the apple orchard. Then there was the flight back to Boston to consider. Mind you, it was 1994, pre-TSA.

We took her, well first let me say this, the parrot porter said he was almost certain Pooker was a he. Anyway, we bought the necessary accessories for my new cockatiel and took her back to Justine's house. I had fantasized about another bird and had a few names already picked out. We tried calling her Colvin. Nah. Miles. Nope. And she cried and cried. What had I done?! A baby bird who eats formula from a syringe! To comfort her I made cooing sounds and out came Pooker.

Oh, the story of getting her back to Boston. I had to ask the flight attendant for hot water so I could make her formula during our layover. Then I had to defend my new bird when another flight attendant into Boston insisted that I put her cage under the seat in front of me in freezing winter weather. I most certainly did not. No air marshals or vigilante passengers to worry about.

Pooker became a love to all, or most, who lived at Dickinson Hall. Anne-Sophie would come get her and bring her to her room while she studied. For the most part, we all denied any knowledge of a bird living amongst us.

She stayed with friends and family while I went on a 6 week cross country trip with Alina. The next year Pooker moved with me back to Boston. She stayed with my folks while I lived in Argentina and still when I returned to the US and traveled for work for 2 more years. Then my folks brought her out to me in Long Beach. Now here in Bend she is back to her Pacific Northwest roots.

Yes, Pooker is a she. Sometimes it still catches those who knew her back then off guard; they want to say "he." But when I uncovered her one morning and found an egg and then found another 8 over the course of 2 weeks, we were pretty sure she was a girl.

She has given us many stories and laughs. She is an affectionate creature who loves to be kissed and cuddled. A cockatiel can fit in the palm of your hand, and there she will sit perfectly comfortable and unafraid.

To all of you who have cared for her or played with her or just know her through stories, she joyously celebrated her 16th year full of all of our love and kindness.

Happy Birthday girl!

Girl Power!

Okay, so you may not be into horse racing--I'm not so big on it myself-- but today will be an amazing race to watch: Breeders' Cup Classic.

Zenyatta will be racing. What's the big deal?

She is 19-0, and many fans, myself included, are praying for 20-0. It would just be the most incredible win.

Zenyatta is a 6 year old mare who stands 17.2 hands tall. One hand equals 4", measured from the front hoof to the withers. She's tall. She loves people, which you can see in her pre-race dancing and her post-race posing for enthusiastic fans.

She won the Breeders' Cup Classic last year, the first time a mare has won, beating out all the geldings and stallions. Girl power!

What is so goosebump inducing, is to watch her race. She heads around the track usually in the last spot or somewhere back there and then when it really matters, she kicks up the gears and shoots out past every other horse to win.

Her jockey, Mike Smith, said he has yet to see all of her gears and says he's not sure he wants to! In response to critics who say she doesn't win by huge landslides, Smith says Zenyatta runs as fast as she needs to to win.

So, as I wait for the starting time at Churchill Downs, I feel nervous. I feel nervous for her, for her jockey, for her owners and trainer, for all of her fans who make signs and wave them as she parades by, and nervous for the other horses.

This will be an exciting race, no matter the outcome. I can't get enough of Zenyatta!

Here is a link to last year's race and some post-race footage. It's very worth watching if only for the minutes of the race. Zenyatta is with the yellow #4 blanket: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt-88DTxeYs

If this link does not work, go to http://www.youtube.com/ and just search for Zenyatta Breeders' Cup 2009.

Once you watch her, you'll want to watch the other videos of her pre-race dancing, the webcam on the helmet of the trainer riding her, and her other races. You too won't be able to get enough!

Go Zenyatta!