September 28, 2005
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The end of one path is the beginning of another…it is hard to separate the paths…my mind is very confused…what I should be happy about makes me sad and what I should be thrilled about makes me scared…Carlo wrote a wonderful story about his encounter with a seagull…it reminded me of a time when my daughter was a little one…she, her dad and I were camping on the beach with the girl scouts…she had a bag of popcorn…it was dark and she was running and playing with the other girl scouts…we did not know at the time she didn’t “eat” the popcorn but sprinkled it all around our beach bound tent…the next morning we experienced what it must feel like to be part of Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds”…in an effort to devour the tasty treat they were fighting each other and pecking at the tent…peeking out we saw so many of them we decided to stay inside until after their breakfast…what a hoot…huggs…Sassy
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That must have been some awakening. What has you feeling so ambivalent? Blessings abound
It is a very good story. The gulls love kids and famillies, they wait, one or two at each group waiting to the moment they move and then they go and look for the goodies. They are wonderfull and they can speak….well … shout.
that bird story is still funny when I picture tyou telling it. I see all wonderful things along your path. I am excited for you and will help you in any way I can . {{{}}}
Silky
Gives new meaning to the symbol of the snake devouring its own tail does it not?
The story sounds funny, but I”m sure at the time it must have been frightening.
Glad you’re here to tell the story.
what an experience!
Not being a person who loves the sounds of beating wings or screeching gulls…think I would have hid my head under the covers
End of one Path the beginning of another! I like that.