Many of you may be thinking "chirp of the day?" Epona has lost her mind. No dear friends, no worries, it is around here somewhere...wink wink

i am reveling in the idea of becoming a new "chick mommy", literally over night; in reality over the last few days. Being a "chick mommy" is actually kind of cool and i am embracing this new role with "all the peep" i can muster up.

i have read SEVERAL translations of the Dhammapada. The spirit and most of the versions, i have read and acquired remain clear and transmit a good sense of the Buddha’s teachings for me. What i extol about Buddha’s original teachings is they are for everyone. One does not have to be Buddhist to relate to his Universal paths.

A dear friend of mine is very familiar with my interest, no, "obsession" with the teachings within the Dhammapada. W/we have dialogued back on forth over certain verses found within the diverse versions of the Dhammapada.

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a b-e-a-s-t with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,

The chorus of the Ocean still plays in my ears. The warm, balmy breezes carried into shore by Nature's force still envelopes me in her comforting arms. The salty sea mist still flavors my moist lips. The warm pearl white sand; wet, foamy still lingers between my toes. My sun kissed skin still bronze and all a glow; treasured gifts from my Holiday away that serve to comfort me on this wet, cold U.S. day.

i have always had a passion for writing; real "soul-searching" writing from within the recesses of my mind that have a tendency to "stay under the radar"; a place where i can explore what it means to live a meaningful submissive life.

In the beginning, eons ago, my writing was evangelical in nature; to oppose the dominate values of our "culture" aka "living a normal vanilla life".

What can a slave give to her Master?

Her submission?...
he took that when he collared her.

Her body?...
he claimed it along with her spirit.

Her mind?...
he demands her every thought.

Her love?...
he took her heart when she surrendered.

Is there nothing a slave can give her Master?
What does she own that he has not already taken?
He owns her very soul, the nakedness of her very being.
Utterly his, forever chained to his will.

A slave cannot give anything...

She is simply HIS.

Sir Massie, sister Erato, and all who were blessed to call sister Shelly their friend,

The passing of sister Shelly has had an impact on many members here on SF. People from all walks of life, people from different beliefs, people whose lifestyles are varied, have expressed grief, disbelief, and a sense of deep shock that our friend’s life has been cut short.

Well it has finally happened folks...i have "gone to the chickens". Yep, you read it right the first time. Our close friends on this site know that Ongendus and i own a home on 20+ acres of land with a pond and a huge barn. He is always saying...do NOT bring any more [filtered word] home or....%$#&&^% (Danish paraphrased).

i am an animal lover as well as a people lover and today one of my animal friends is in trouble. Her name is "Freckles" and she is one of our prized comets...thats a breed of chicken for those of you who are not "chicken" savvy.

May the earth welcome your footsteps
and the wind sing your tale.
May the fire dance from your fingertips
and the ocean speed your sail.
May your courage never fail you
and your words be blessed with grace.
May the spirit of inspiration light your way
and you be a friend to your destiny.
When life brings storm and rain
may you weather it through together.
May you never cease to teach
and never cease to learn.
May the spark of hope inside you always burn.
May you walk with light through your union
and may you never fear your dark.
May your heart learn to love those moments