Living in Oregon all of my life, I have become a fan of ducks, not the Oregon Ducks but the Bird. We raised ducks when I was a kid; my mom loved all types of animals. Ducklings are the cutest little things. Below you will find my latest painting, called ‘Duck, Duck, Duck’.
The recent talk of who’s male whose female. I am reminded of the unique differences in the duck world. It appears the males have more color, and I think that’s not really fair, and the way they treat their females, Oh my goodness!
Ducks have been around for a long time and they seem to celebrate the differences between the females and males. It appears they are happy with their variations, I’m wondering if we could learn a lesson from the ducks. They protect their own; males protect the females and the females protect the ducklings. The ducks train their young on the do’s and don’ts and dangers they encounter. The harmony of nature is a beautiful thing. Through history we see when man tries to change the flow of nature he ends up destroying it. Like the ducks we should celebrate our differences. We should be Focusing on providing safety and health to one another and particularly the children, our future. As a man, I say to you men take care of those you love, Lift a heavy object, lend a hand to the community. I say to the woman, if it wasn’t for you there would be no ducklings.
I want to dedicate this to my mother, who showed me to love the smaller things in life. Flowers, gardening, trees, running water, and most important she unconditionally loved me. The greatest gift I have ever received
She passed away 8 years ago, now go plant some flowers. A potted flower will do.
This is Ron Heagy with your Motivational Message,
What a terrible crappy day, everyone seems to poop on me, I feel like crap. I got dumped on. My boss is a jerk….
I was having one of those poor me days. As I sat painting these delicate little owls, I changed my focus and I asked myself what unique characteristics they possess that I might learn from. So I asked my secretary Ashley to look up some facts, check it out, they even use cow dung!
• Burrowing owls are one of the smallest owls in North America. • When alarmed, young birds will make a hissing call that sounds like a rattlesnake. • Unlike most owls, these owls are awake during the day, especially in the spring to hunt for their large broods. They next in large colonies about 100 yards • They build their nests in burrows that other small animals have excavated such as moles and prairie dogs. • The most common material for their nests is mammal dung, usually cattle. Researchers once thought the dung was to mask the smell of juvenile owls, but now it is believed the dung helps to control a microclimate and it attracts insects which the owls may eat. • The chicks can fly well at 6 weeks old, and leave the nest after 45 days to hunt insects.
In application I thought of my own life, am I fixated on new stuff? Having something for the first time, I responded, “no I like garage sales, their junk my treasure.” My stepmom decorations are dazzling, her clothes, and jewelry is sophisticated. She is a first class act, and get this her birthday request was a goodwill certificate. She converts her home like a burrowing owl, using others unwanted material, or ‘crap’ and turns it into her own beauty.
The real impact for me, I instantly smiled when it donned on me how much I can’t complain about having a ‘BAD DAY’. Is there any reason we cannot have the Burrowing owls attitude? Could i see the piles of ‘poo’ in my life and turn it into something positive. Yes, here is one- I broke my neck, life dumped on me. I can’t even move my hands. But I can paint with my mouth. It’s not fair if there are not accessible camps. The disabled are treated like crap. So I built a camp. Where disabilities rock and roll! Its crappy situation hiring drivers when i need to travel to the store but I had a nice conversation, and it turned out to be a meaningful relationship. Now don’t get me wrong, not everything i have touched has turned into gold. I have failed in many ways, but I am not a failure. Is it possible to turn our losses into gains, negatives into positives? Find the beauty in the ashes
Turning dung into a nest
Can you get a whiff of the Burrowing Owls innovation?
Knock Knock Who’s there? Who Who-Who? I didn’t know you were an owl!
To your inspirations,
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
This is Ron with your motivational message,
When I was a kid my first real job that actually paid more than an allowance was to hop on a bus at 6:30am to head to Oregon’s finest strawberry fields. When we arrived it was literally strawberry fields forever.
Our job- to fill crates full of ripe, red, juicy, and incredibly sweet strawberries. I was determined and dedicated to turn this freshly picked fruit into fists full of cash. My imagination and entrepreneurial side visualized 20 crates at a dollar a piece. I had seven hours and boy did I get into a good patch, I had both hands going, and I was picking faster than anyone else across the field. Within the first hour I had picked three crates. The second hour two more, and the third hour two more and I was quickly reaching my goal.
And then it happened..
How could such a small mistake end my motivation and extinguish my enthusiasm?
I came upon the biggest, brilliant, deep red, succulent strawberry. It was actually two that were stuck together, like Siamese twins there sides were completely joined. I slowly picked it and held it to the sun, watched the reflection, and gazed upon its seeds placed so perfectly.I looked around, waited for a moment and then temptation over took me. It was so inviting, my mouth literally watered- I had to eat this strawberry. I slowly put it in my mouth and when I bit down the juice was heavenly, it was the best. The closest I’ve gotten to a nature high.
The rule was simple: do not eat the strawberries.
I vigorously began to panic but only for a few minutes, and it happened again. I couldn’t get the taste out of my mind and I ate strawberries for hours. I averaged 1 half crate as I ate for the next 4 hours. I was addicted, an addict I couldn’t get enough, and I needed help overcoming my weakness. That day ended with only 7 crates total, could it be that I ate 13 dollars in profit. Fortunately with much council, and discussion with my mother who also loved strawberries. I went to work a changed man.
The secret: Don’t eat a single berry, until the last five minutes of your day.
Sometimes in life, things, people, stuff is so enticing, we see it, we want it, we experience, and later addiction- we can’t stop. One is never satisfying, for example my are perfectly good cell phone is replaced by faster, sleeker, technological IPhone 6s plus. The pretty little Mai Tai Drink turns into drunk. The need for speed results in a crash. I have been challenged lately to ask myself a question, do I really need this strawberry? Or do I want it because it’s soooo appealing? Would you join me in creating a strategy? Denying yourself something you don’t need. Maybe giving someone a hamburger and French fry that needs rather than buying myself a five dollar latte.
Here’s the ten cent remedy:
D- Be Determined I-Imagine the end result M- Don’t let others/things destroy your Motivation E- Remembering Indulgence destroys our overall Enthusiasm for life.
Now that I’ve told you what not to do, here is my recent Mouthpainting.
GO AHEAD PICK A STRAWBERRY
I don’t recommend eating a big bunch of un-rinsed fertilized berries. My mom didn’t know why I was throwing up so much red bile, and thought i was bleeding. It scared us both and I became almost strawberry sober.
To your inspirations,
This is Ron Heagy with your motivational message,
On Christmas Eve I was totally excited to take my family on a new Christmas Adventure when the unexpected happened..
2015 has come and gone. For the most part I had a really good year. My daughters Gracie 11 years old and Roni 16 years old and I had a wonderful Christmas. One of our highlights was a trip to the Oregon Gardens. Oregon finest plants and boldest flowers placed in midst of majestic mountains. They feature a most spectacular Christmas light display. In one of nature’s most beautiful places you can walk trails and stop at the fire pits along the way to warm up. Gracie’s favorite part was the ice skating rink at the end of the trail.
When we arrived we were blessed with the last wheelchair accessible parking spot. I nudged my chin control wheelchair out of the van and on to the slippery pavement. It was very cold, and had started raining. I had my caregiver Alanna wrap my scarf around my head tightly. Feeling semi warm and extremely excited I yelled, “Let’s go girls.” I am of course the dad and I plowed forward into the lead. I felt confident in my trailblazing skills.
As I heading down the sidewalk leading straight into the gardens I suddenly felt my wheelchair launch-I was airborne. I was completely caught off guard, and blame the rain and dark pavement. But the truth is I had driven myself right off an 8 inch curb with my snoopy scarf blowing in the wind. It happened so fast, there was nothing I could do. The front of my chair began to dive in a downward direction. I could hear my girls with fear in their voices yelling daaaddddd. As I began my decent, the first thing to land was the front left wheel that inadvertently shot me in 180 degree direction to the right. I felt my body jerk against my chest strap which sent both of my hands flying upwards towards my face. As I was catapulting forward my face heading towards the ground. I thought it was time for the ‘Christmas lights’ to go out. But miraculously my chair flipped back and spun down flat on my wheels. Rocking back and forth from the impact, my body was sent into muscle spasms; arms and legs jerking uncontrollably. I sat there dazed for a few seconds, blood pumping through my veins full of adrenaline and not to mention complete embarrassment. I looked up at my daughters, and stated, “Who in the world put that there?” We laughed for a minute after realizing the close call.
What makes this story funnier is I had laughed at a friend doing the same thing a few years back. He went flying out of the doors of a building and he was mad and not paying attention so he went straight off the edge of the sidewalk. He was fine as well. Sitting there, unable to help him, I laughed and said. “You’ll never catch me doing that!”
Thank you Jesus for Christmas miracles. I was left upright instead of smashing my face into the pavement and sending me to the hospital for stitches.
2016 is here and like you I want each year to be a better year than the year before. Would you agree with me that the number 1 ingredient for making it our best year possible is to start with an attitude of gratitude? Join me in thinking a little more positive. Let’s turn the past losses into gains. I personally got to spend quality time with my daughters, family and friends. I am blessed, therefore I am extremely grateful. Although the problems, the paralysis, the painful past, doesn’t disappear as a human being we are given the unique ability to lift our heads up and see Christmas Miracles as they take place throughout the entire year.
As you think back on 2015, are there any miracles you can recall?
Tell your story. Someone is listening. You may be their inspiration.
To your inspirations,