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Falcon Focus

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  Every time I have been out in nature and trying to spot a wild animal, bird, or spirit, I have eventually tired myself chasing the thing around. I lay there, looking up into the tree, trying to block the light of the sun so I can see where the Falcon is hiding… But he is smart. He knows just how the light will blind me, and how the leaves will block my view from below. I whistle. I do a little dance. Hoping maybe he will again take flight from his secret perch so I may glimpse him. But, to no avail. I circle the tree four times looking up, arms overhead to shield my eyes. Must look like a maiden dancing a fairy circle in the woods… There are actually mushrooms growing here, too. Curious. Then I stop. Like I do every time that I get exhausted and nearly count myself defeated. I glance back up at the light; too bright to do battle with. But I don’t block it out with my hands. It’s only as powerful as shadow, I tell myself. I don’t look too long. It still deserves respect. If the Sun wa

The Secret Life of the Roadside Pauper

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  Ever been feeling especially generous and handed the man on the corner a couple of dollars, or in some cases, a beer? Now, isn’t that presumptuous! Most of the time these pedestrians are greeted with averted eyes or a closed window. Maybe we busy ourselves with the radio dial or look at our cellphone to avoid eye-contact with the man flying a cardboard sign. It’s only natural. Who might that person be, and what have they done to stoop that low? Suppose they could be possible sex offenders, unable to get a job. Maybe they’re addicts, alcoholics, or just plain lazy? Or, perhaps they are a practicing Brahmin, simply taking up alms. Maybe they are between jobs. Hell, maybe they’re rich! The only thing we can say for sure, without really getting to know them, is that they are there for our charity. And why not? Sometimes people feel a need to be charitable. Even them. Perhaps, in some ways, we should thank them… Or maybe that is going too far? About a year ago I decided to start walking t

Is the story of King Arthur all played out?

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  I remember being in middle school and thinking that I had been born a few centuries too late. This was just before I really started taking an interest in King Arthur and his tutor Merlyn (Coincidentally, Disney produced the Sword and the Stone around that time). If I were meant to live in the time of the Once and Future King, I would have been born eighteen hundred years too late, as the most convincing historical accounts put him in Cornwall during roughly the first three centuries A.D. The Disney adventure was a great introduction to Arthur’s world, but it was based on a book series by T.H. White, which personified animals and ended in The Book of Merlyn , which in itself was a literary masterpiece. By the end of Arthur’s journey, through those pages, the reader had learned, right alongside him, the more righteous ways to govern a people; from arguments against Monarchy and Communism to the intricacies of Democracy and Capitalism. Perhaps, the most noble of arguments involved the

Boiler Room

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Copyright 2014 Illustrations designed by Jay Horne Margaret gets her first job assignment in high school. The only problem is that everyone knows to stay away from the dilapidated warehouse on 9th and Melon. Is she too old to let childish stories scare her off from cleaning the old windows? Classic Bedtime Horror.

A Christmas Spirit

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A Christmas Spirit By Jay M. Horne Copyright 2010 Illustrations designed by Jay Horne Jack and Ninja wake up on a cold winter morning and thank God for another beautiful day. On the eve of ole Saint Nick, they are visited by an Angel who tells them the Story of Christmas. Join the cute canine and the fuzzy feline as they come face-to-face with the man in the big red suit, and remind us all what Christmas is truly about. ~ Bookflurry Inc. has reproduced this book with the author’s permission on the world-wide-web for the convenience of his readers. All copyright protections are still in effect. Copying and pasting, screen captures, distribution, etc. is prohibited. ~ A Christmas Spirit ~ IT’S WINTER Frost was on the lawn. The leaves had turned, and Jack and Ninja were just waking to the winter chill. Inside of the garage, on the lower level of a two story home, white paws stretched out from a shaggy black coat of fur as Jack stretched and yawned. The sheep dog shook his white crested ma

The Story of How the Turtle Dove Got It's Name

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  for  my beautiful wife, I Love You

Just say, “No” to bullshit

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Why we voluntarily take other people’s shit A client once said to me, “I’ve taken so many drugs, in my past, that when something bad starts happening I just stop a second and ask myself, What did you take? Is this a relapse?” “Honestly,” I told him, “that’s always the safest bet.” Take a second —   think . You may find that, instead of a handful of mushroom caps, you’ve instead just taken a toxic dose of someone else’s bullshit. There’s a little wooden sign in our living room, that my wife had a friend make us that says, ‘The secret is to take a breath and be thankful.’ It was the only piece of advice she ever lifted off of me, besides, stop taking those damn Xanax’s. Ten years later, I sometimes regret I said it! All jokes aside, taking a second before you do anything is probably the best advice you’ll hear this week. But hearing isn’t exactly the same as taking it all in, now is it? That’s what this article is all about. Too often, we take what people say, right down the hatch. Imm