A few ramblings

Bird Droppings September 15, 2011
A few ramblings

“If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the radiator.” W. Beran Wolfe

“Think for yourself and let others enjoy the privilege of doing so too.” Voltaire

Sitting pondering and wondering as I think about all that is going on in the world. I went out it seemed every hour on the hour with our dog. A bark or two and we head back in I was ready to kill all four legged creatures about three this morning. However as I stared at the night sky about three in the morning, Orion’s belt stood out among the encircling clouds. Had I been a few minutes later or earlier and I would not have seen Orion. So I forgave my dog and headed back to bed.
Interesting as we listen to politicians argue over who is best at solving our economic issues, stopping illegal immigration, and or fighting a war, I have a student working up a detailed report on each of current presidential candidates. In recent days I haven’t heard a word over who will strive for peace and equality, just about how I and that is always a capital I can solve the economic issues and about how long it will take to get troops out of the various wars we are in. I have listened to far too many times that leaving Iraq would be a sign of weakness. It seems right now any effort at peace and solidarity is weakness.
Yesterday I was looking up information on Lawton Oklahoma, home of Fort Sill and next door to the Wichita Mountain Nation Wildlife preserve. It seems in early 1900’s Lawton was created in one of the last land rush’s of the old west. All of the area of what was then Indian Territory was put into one hundred sixty acre parcels. Most of this was divided out of Comanche and Apache lands deemed Indian Territory at the time, old maps still read that way. A lottery was held and land divided up and in an instant a town of over twenty five thousand was next door to Fort Sill in tents.
A few years later Oklahoma was a state. The Great War chief Geronimo is buried at Fort Sill back in a corner where an Indian gave yard was established. It seems Teddy Roosevelt in a politic move at the time refused the old man a last visit to his sacred mountains in New Mexico and Arizona to die and be buried. So one day he was found in a gutter drunk and dying in Lawton’s streets. It seems Roosevelt did not want to lose those western voters who still had memories of Geronimo’s last days as a free man pillaging and plundering settlers in his land.

“The soldiers never explained to the government when an Indian was wronged, but reported the misdeeds of the Indians. We took an oath not to do any wrong to each other or to scheme against each other.” Goyathlay (“one who yawns”), Geronimo

Only after battles with the Mexicans and his frenzied attacks did the name Geronimo attach, story goes he was attacking so fiercely the Mexicans were calling out to St. Jerome as he attacked, a local patron saint and the Indians heard Geronimo and so it stuck. In 1886 the last guerilla fighters of the west were sent to prison in Florida and a year or so later finally settled on the reservation at Fort Sill. Promises of returning to the sacred White Mountains were never kept.
How did I get into a history lesson on one of the most hated of Native American warriors to many in the south west? Each morning when I first start on the computer I check news and such occasionally weather. Today candidates for president are tearing at each other over who can stop the flow of money out of our government and stop the war in Iraq and or who can get troops home first. The whole concept of politics is built on who can provide the most compelling story to win the needed votes. It is about taking away that aspect of thinking for our selves, Voltaire was so fervently for. I loved the statement and promise of two dollar gas when I get elected. Most recently it was less than that for George W. Bush on his inauguration day and on Barrack Obama’s. During Bush’s term it went higher than any time in history, so how is getting gas to two dollars a vote getter if you look at gas prices historically.
Several years’ back I helped a fellow relocate to Odessa Texas seems he wanted to move again and Lawton came up. I have spent many days in Lawton and walked to the grave of Geronimo several times. Somehow Voltaire led to Geronimo and into and out of politics. Whether in 1900’s or today we are held hostage to politics, and the spin of the media. We sit and listen some argue the news is biased some will say one way and others say the exact opposite. An old man near death was refused visiting rights to his homeland and continued to be a prisoner of war till he died at Fort Sill because of politics.
I often wondered what if we had not gone to war to steal the lands of Native Americans what would have happened. What if those many years ago we chose to believe in racial equality and issues of them and us never occurred. What if there had been no slavery in the United States and those road side stands that sell giant confederate flags would not be around here in Georgia. The term red neck might truly mean sunburn on a farmer.

“I cannot think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun, the darkness, the winds are all listening to what we have to say.” Geronimo

“Think for yourself and let others enjoy the privilege of doing so too.” Voltaire

As news stories flood us with bits and pieces and politicians try and persuade us to vote for them we still have as Voltaire states “the privilege of doing so”. I would just hope that we could soon begin talking peace and truly try and resolve issues that have kept human kind in constant strife. Perhaps one day greed will be overcome. Perhaps one day having more than everyone else will be a thing of the past. Maybe one day the gold eagle that used to sit atop Geronimo’s grave will be replaced by those who took it years ago. Maybe until then please keep all in harm’s way on your mind and in your heart.
namaste
bird

Hearing an owl

Bird Droppings July 19, 2011
Hearing an owl

“If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the radiator.” W. Beran Wolfe

Within this life we want to feel as if we are pursuing happiness this is perhaps an inner sort of thing within humankind. This aspect of who we are some would say is illusionary or it is the peer pressure. It is only the group psyche coming into play for happiness is an individual entity it is something from within not a transitory effort to have or to be like everyone else.
While reading emails and looking through electronic mailings and postings I happened to read one about the ideal guy would wear specific clothiers or have specific hair color or eyes or build sadly no where it seems do we look deeper. We seem to want the trappings and it is this outward appearance that brings happiness supposedly to far too many. We want this ideal to be who we want to be who we want to be around and advertising shows us this daily in all forms of media.
As I do so many mornings walking out into the darkness listening to the sounds of the night I had awaken from a very vivid dream and gathered myself and let my dog out only to encounter two owls calling across the stillness and my dog rubbing against my leg dripping wet from the early morning dew on the grass and plants. It was not raining and had not for a day a two but the dew was exceedingly heavy this morning. The crickets and tree frogs chorus was still chirping away though the darkness although the booming of the bullfrogs on a nearby pond was silent. Perhaps the owls were on the hunt for frogs legs. My oldest son tells me often of being awakened by the owls hearing them at night while I had heard them as well in our years here this was my first experience hearing them so close as I went out. The dueling owls went back and forth for several minutes in the stillness.
In my imagination so many myths and legends of owls for some great magic in owls for many others evil and death. But as I listened to the two back and forth mimicking calls I thought perhaps it is about territory or perhaps a pair hunting. There was not a fear but a sense of grandeur as the sounds soon dissipated I wondered why tonight and I pondered after reading this simple quote that I started with by W. Beran Wolfe and then searching further as I tend to do.

“One important source of unhappiness is the habit of putting off living to some fictional future date. Men and women are constantly making themselves unhappy because in deferring their lives to the future they lose sight of the present and its golden opportunities for rich living.” W. Beran Wolfe

Perhaps the owls were a reminder of things needing to be done or of specifically for me to stopping the procrastinating. There is joy in life for each of us now it is not a distant event to be reached when the right clothes, job or things are finished done or bought. Real happiness or I should say true happiness is now it is in the contentment of knowing you have succeeded and are where you need to be right this minute, this second. It is knowing that all you have done has been to get you here. Wisdom is about accepting what and where you have been and learning from this. Happiness and I mean true happiness is being content, it is about being alive. As I am sitting here writing as the sun is getting higher in the sky and moon faded for the day I have renewed my effort to thwart my procrastinating efforts by seizing the moment and getting things done. I have writing to do, bulbs to dig, weeds to pull, grass to mow and book to read. Yet some of my happiest times have been sitting on the mower going in circles thinking and pondering content for that moment. Please dear friends keep all in harm’s way on your mind and in your hearts.
namaste
bird

Doc Bird’s Herb garden:

Herb encrusted chicken breasts – I have made this several times over the summer and it is always one of those meals with no leftovers. I have also used a boneless pork loin and basically the same method s adjusting seasoning for size of loin. It is wonderful either way chicken or pork.

Ingredients

• ½ cup dry bread crumbs
• 1 tablespoon sage fresh chopped
• 2 tablespoons of basil fresh chopped
• 1 tablespoon fresh rosemary, chopped
• 1 tablespoon fresh thyme, chopped
• 1 tablespoon of oregano fresh chopped
• ½ teaspoon black pepper
• ½ teaspoon garlic powder
• ½
• ½ teaspoon salt
• 1 large egg, beaten
• 6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (or pork loin)

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. and or I like to grill with this recipe and in my Green Egg set temperature at 350 degrees
In a small bowl, combine the bread crumbs, sage, rosemary, thyme, black pepper, garlic powder, and salt.
Dredge the chicken breasts through the beaten egg, then through the mixed herbs (usually I will use a paper plate for my chopped fresh herb mix), until the chicken breasts are well coated.
Place in the oven or on grill and cook for 20-30 minutes, or until the chicken is done.