Puppies & Dogs

On the first morning of our vacation in Yachats at around 6:45, I'm still asleep while I curl into the bed, taking note of dark ambience. Our room facing east with a wall to wall picture window protected by a panel of fabric hanging like shadows.

The sun is entering through these vertical panels, illuminating the photo of Martha's Vineyard on the opposite wall, and an adjacent beach painting called "By the Sea."

I can hear my wife, Susan, in the kitchen making coffee, no doubt. Occasionally there is a boom in the cracking of the wave on the outside, crashing against our rugged, rocky coast of Oregon.

I'm more awake, but I shut my eyes to move more deeply into the spirit of relaxation. However, I began to caress Silas, our twelve Pound and poodle Pomeranian mix, which is far from me.

Gradually I became more aware and sensitive to the vibration of the birds outside combined with the songs cackle some crows.

Tissue within the cacophony is the mysterious flute and melodic as the song of a bird unknown creature. Whatever the nature of this case, I am convinced it is a virtuoso.

If soft, soothing refrains me flash back to Native American music, Susan and I have become so familiar with when we lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, 90.

Flute notes to continue with a resonance a little thin, accompanied by three staccato whistles at the end of the birds singing. I know in my heart as tears of joy in the land of my face, I have arrived in heaven.

As I hold these precious moments in my journal, I would say a few words of encouragement to aspiring writers. First, start writing their own newspaper. There is something healing, therapeutic, and cause reflection on the process of registration of all.

So while their newspaper, take a break to slow the pace down. Review the written texts and seek jewelry gems word or thought to refine and appreciate.

This mode of writing becomes a kind of meditation, cognitive, which provides peace of mind and creativity without limits.

For example, I sit in a comfortable chair located in our beach house living room. I wrote my post at least 10 times or more that is the third thing I would suggest to anyone who wants to get published: keep polishing your work.

Besides the description I have focused my immediate surroundings, I became more receptive to free-flowing, relaxing thoughts.

I realized through the west wall of our living room has four windows Tempered glass, about five by five square meters each and a pair attached to both side walls. The observation area with a panoramic view is incredible, humble, and very inspiring.

Our rental home is really a grass-covered cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Images of the spectacular water hypnotized by the undulating motion of the waves caressing the huge oddly shaped, black, Barnacle covered with slabs of volcanic rock that juts into the coast.

As I write about the power of the newspaper, breaking waves break Whitecaps, spiraling around and spray your fingers between the rock formation. Seagulls fly low over the water, sometimes part of the bounty of the sea diving

Write about what you hear, feel and think. Knowing there is a creative force in each of us. Practice access this light interior that exceeds all mysteriously dark secrets that threaten to not deserve a good one.

Leave your writing will take you to the place of the silent depths of our subconscious mind appropriately called "the secret place of the Most High".

Also, listen to the spirit of his music environment and observations. Leave your mind, body and soul to dance to the rhythm of inspiration and happiness. Give yourself permission to associate freely with their creative talent, talent and skills.

Therefore, Go and a deep breath and return once more the needle, bright images of life that stand before me today. Miro sky the purple horizon.

Sometimes the sun turns the sea millions of lights sparkling diamond. A partial cloud curtain covers the blue-green waters as the eye can view. The gulls and waterfowl are floating in clumps, dotted the ocean with white feather beds and quilts nature huge patch. Fish, salt, seaweed smells permeate air.

I now refocus on the infinite, majestic waves. His surf music notes to play fast, slashing, percussive melodies, which Mesmerize, mesmerize and soothe the soul.

To be written on a day like this is a blessing beyond imagination with memories to cherish and keep alive in the secret place inside.

About the Author:

Mr. Eby is a Master Social Worker with more than 30 years of professional experience. He is an author published by Sterlinghousepublishing.com. He currently works as a therapist and counselor at Options for Southern Oregon, the local mental health agency. He has also provided online life coaching services on eBay for many years. Visit his site at http://www.challengedarksecret.com

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