“Yinney” – Chapter 17

images (3) Turns out it was a good thing Jag moved on because Yinney was feeling the urge. The urge to poo was very predictable as far as it happening every seven days, like clockwork. But what time of day, that was not predictable.

Soon after the macaws left, the urge began. Slowly down the tree he made his way to perform his 7th Day duty, fertilizing his sacred tree. As he surveyed the jungle below, he saw no sign of danger. However, most predators were very good at remaining invisible. The need to poo was the most dangerous thing he did, and it happened every seven days.

Yinney did not even know Jag had been there just one hour ago. A sloth never indicated if he was in the need to poo, for if he did, a predator on the ground would simply wait for his easy meal to come down out of the tree. So he always acted as if he were simply slowly moving about, but of course, once his moving grew closer to the ground, this would cause any predator to hang around.

Yinney started moving outward and upward. This was meant to fool a waiting predator. As a matter of fact, by the time he would finally reach the ground, probably about two hours would pass. Yinney could hold it! And this was the way of survival for a sloth. Never get in a hurry about anything.

Jag was not thinking about the sloth anymore. He had moved on and the gnawing in his belly almost hurt, he was so hungry! He had urges of his own, the never ending hunger. It was a relentless cycle of feast and famine. He would endure the pain until he made his kill, then he would feast.

He eyed a fat monkey on the ground ahead. It was plump enough, but was it slow enough? Was it distracted enough by whatever it was fiddling with? Silently he worked his way through the shadows, making use of every dark spot he could camouflage into. He was the grim reaper of the jungle.

If he took too long the monkey would move. They are known for moving a lot. Jag eyed the prey, drool formed in his mouth and began dripping. He could taste the thing. Had it not been a fat monkey, he would have passed on by, but this one had some meat to offer.

Suddenly leaping out of the last dark spot he could find, he made his move! The monkey screamed in terror, also warning all those around. If he could only gain another two seconds the fat monkey would be his! But no… not this time. His claws slashing through the air came up empty, and now the fat monkey was screaming at him from the trees. Mocking him as he slinked away. “Next time monkey,” he snarled. “Just get a little fatter and slower. I’ll have you, and when I do, I’ll rip you to shreds, and have my feast at your expense.”

The hunger continued driving him. He would not rest until he fed. Another hour of hunting crept by. Finally the jungle offered a real prize, a capybara!

Jag froze the moment he spotted the capybara, but had he been seen? The very large rodent had been eating grass as usual, but suddenly stopped, lifted his head and began testing the winds. Had the creature sensed him?

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The Amazon had the largest rodent in the world, the capybara. They could get up to one-hundred and fifty pounds, but this one was more like one-hundred. Jag always preferred the kill of a vegetarian to a carnivore. Carnivores fight back, but the vegetarians are a safe bet. Plenty to eat and little danger. More than he would eat on this one. But that didn’t matter. He would feast! He would satisfy his hunger.

“Yes,” Jag silently bragged, “why fight another predator when you can slaughter a peace-loving vegetarian?” he laughed to himself, thinking himself so wise.

Finally the beast went back grazing. Now Jag could begin to do what he did best. He had a serious contender here. The game was on.

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When Jag finally made his move there was little doubt of his success. His final leap came squarely down upon the back of the beast and his fangs instantly sank deep into the spine, on back of the neck. There was a snapping sound. The capybara helplessly paralyzed, and Jag began ripping, shredding, feasting, and gloating! At last the craving would go away for a little while, and he would feel good. He would be satisfied, until the craving began again, and so would the hunt.

Yinney finished pooing. He peacefully scratched some dirt over the poo and thanked the Creator for his 7th Day Tree. Now he could head out tomorrow on the first of his three day voyages. Three days outward, and three days traveling back, allowing plenty of time to poo here again in seven days. But as for the rest of today? Yinney looked at his lagoon and decided a swim would be nice. Slowly he traveled the few feet and entered in.

Once again Jag had proven his ability to thrive. He did not care others would eat what he left. He had his fill. Now was time to sleep and enjoy his satisfaction for as long as it could last. So with a final declaration of conquest, he gave his jaguar cry before disappearing one more time into the shadows.

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And so it was another day in the jungle. The killers feasted on any they could catch. Whether it be a sloth pooing, a monkey playing, a capybara grazing, it did not matter. If the victim was foolish enough to be caught in a moment of weakness, they would pay the price. And is it any different in the land of man? You’re caught in a moment of vulnerability. Your car breaks down. Your health fails. You lose your job. How many predators are just waiting for you to come down out of your tree to fix your need?

Some very successful people pride themself on how smart they have been to set themself up as the hunter, the predator, not the prey. Fortunately, there are good people out there, if you can find them, or fix it yourself. Or somehow do without. Who needs those very expensive meds anyway? No one lives forever, right? God sets on his throne seeing all. The predators will know one day, that nothing goes unrecorded, or unrewarded, whether good or bad.

Yinney saw the tree below and began diving deep to his favorite spot, where he would hold his breath forty minutes, suspended as if between two dimensions.

>The continuing story of “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo” is the property of Don Allen and “Fellowship of the White Path”.<

 

“Yinney” – Chapter 14

maxresdefault How quickly the steady flow of the River Time adds up. It does not rush, and yet days soon become weeks and weeks become months, then they are years, and then you are old and looking back, asking yourself if you have done anything worth remembering? If you have been intentional in your living, and if you have pursued wisdom, then it is likely you have left a path for others to follow. Only the foolish know the sting of death, the regrets of a wasted life.

Yinney’s first week in his 7th Day Tree had passed. On the 7th day he made a dangerous trip to the ground to do his poo. His poo would fertilize his sacred tree. His tree would be as a pebble dropped in a pool of water, with ripples going forth to affect all those around him. His trip to poo had gone safely, and that was yesterday and now it was today.

Lu-Lu had returned for more teaching and Yinney was happy to do so. He was almost always available. He could teach at any time no matter what he was doing. If he was doing something, then that something became a part of the sharing and the teaching. But today he was free to simply teach, and Lu-Lu had brought her long-time friend, Me-Me!

Me-Me was another Macaw of the same type as Lu-Lu. But Me-Me was more laid-back, quiet, and reserved than her friend. They say opposites attract. Perhaps they counter balance. The Yin and Yang. Even as the Apostles Peter and John seemed to counter balance each other.

So after spending a little time getting to know Me-Me, Yinney had easily flowed into the beginning of his teaching, his favorite subject, the Beauty of Slow.

“When I speak of the ‘slow flow’,” he began, “I’m speaking of a soul at peace, at rest, content and fulfilled at the same time. This soul is still reaching for the next thing, and open for whatever may come, very adaptable, able to flow like water, a master soul who has learned to enjoy right where he is in his journey, while still filled with the vision of a destination. He has arrived while still arriving, and he has reached while still reaching.”

Lu-Lu looked at Me-Me and asked, “Do you have any idea what he is talking about?”

“Oh yes,” Me-Me acknowledged, “but I’ve never heard it described this way. It paints a beautiful picture in my heart.”

Lu-Lu stared at Me-Me as she said, “I knew you two would be perfect for each other. I’m taking notes, and maybe you can help me understand later? I wrote down that I should arrive without arriving. Sort of like I’m here but I’m not really here. So where am I? Does that sound right?”

Yinney sat smiling as usual, but Me-Me burst out in laughter. “I love you, Lu-Lu. We are best of friends, and you always find a way to make me laugh. We will enjoy some hot nectar from the flowers and discuss the beauty of what Yinney is saying.”

Yinney continued, “The peaceful river enjoys the journey. It is not ate up with desire for the destination, even though it is still progressing towards that worthy goal. A river with rapids is a dangerous place. Rapids are full of rocks ready to break your vessel and send you uncontrollably down stream, and fighting to keep your head above water. But the master soul, one who is trained in the ways of Spirit and faith, lives the peaceful way.”

“Those whom we would call of a predator nature struggle to find contentment. This is because they do not understand how it is possessed. Predators only know to hunt, to chase, to pursue, to pounce, to attack, overcome, defeat, make it their own by conquering. But such methods only push contentment farther away. It is not captured. It can never be captured. It can only be slowly embraced. The beauty of slow. Contentment is attained by way of the peaceful slow embrace, not a hungry hunt, chase, and pounce. This is why the predator ways will never be a part of this Fellowship, and we must learn to truly love life, and do no harm.”

Yinney watched the two friends finishing up their notes, and then he noticed Me-Me seemed to be pondering something. Finally she slowly raised the tip of her rich blue wing asking to speak.

“Go ahead, Me-Me,” Yinney said.

“Well, I was just thinking, and could we come up with a name for this Fellowship? I think it would be great fun to have a name that befits our purpose,” then she lowered her wing and waited Yinney’s answer.

“I would love that,” he said. “You two work on it and let me know what you come up with.”

Not much later Lu-Lu and Me-Me flew away with great excitement over their new project of coming up with a Fellowship name, and Yinney took a nap.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 13

Bradypus.jpg Yinney believed in the supernatural. Yes, most sloths did, and that was why they never rushed, but practiced the “Beauty of Slow”. It was all about faith and the supernatural. As he pondered the ancient texts he was so familiar with, and thought about the great task before him, to be a place of refuge in a time of storm, he knew he had to intentionally slow down. Be still my soul, and know your God, he ordered himself.

How many are the works of God, he asked himself, that are built upon the strategies and rushing of man-made ways, rather than the prayers and peace of God’s people? It is always the greatest temptation to leave the beauty of slow and rush into the building of an empire. We love to impress people, Yinney thought. He pondered the scripture again…

“Unless the Lord builds the house, the work of the builders is wasted. Unless the Lord protects a city, guarding it with sentries will do no good. It is useless for you to work so hard from early morning until late at night, anxiously working for food to eat, for God gives rest to his loved ones.” Psalms 127: 1-2

These were some of the favorite scriptures of his people. The sloth family understood this faith and rest God spoke of in his holy texts. The Hebrews claimed they had an encounter with God. Over many years, writings inspired by God, written through these Hebrew people, claimed to be the word of God, and the way of God. Yinney believed it. The book was supernatural, and it spoke of a way in which there is an easy yoke and light burden. But the hunger and drive of fleshly ways is drawn to the hard yoke and heavy burden, like a moth to flame.

He already purposed in his heart that his Tree of Refuge, his 7th Day Tree, would come about by the work of God, not his own, therefore it was not up to him to force anything, but if the calling be true, if the vision be true, then through prayer, faith, worship, and supernatural ways, God would build it as he saw fit. Yinney would simply rest in God. And in that rest he would fulfill his calling as naturally as a flower blooming, one day at a time.

Yinney would not enter predator ways. The hungers of flesh is the predator way. How many works claiming the name of God are actually built upon predator ways? The hunt, the pride, the conquering, the forcing of ways as if to create a kingdom of  lifeless subjects, rather than a living family. Yinney understood family. You don’t eat your family. True fellowship requires a place of family. Judas was a predator sitting at the Lord’s table that night, and Jesus pointed him out. Then he went out and did what predators do.

The Hebrew scriptures reveal the supernatural enemy of our eternal soul walks about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour! Predator! And predator ways! It ought not be so in the House of God. It would not be so in this fellowship.

“Yes,” Yinney reminded himself. “It was the ways of a dove and a lamb that gave that lion his greatest defeat. Do no harm. Love your neighbor as yourself. Love God with all your heart. I will be the sloth who simply loves his God, and watches God go before him.” Suddenly Yinney desired to worship. It bubbled up in his soul like a mighty river!

“Bless the Lord, oh my soul!” he began singing. “And all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord oh my soul, and forget none of his benefits! Who forgives all my sins! Who heals all my diseases! Who redeems my life from destruction, and crowns me with loving kindness and tender mercies! Who fills my mouth with good things, so that my youth is renewed like the eagle!”

Yinney sang this song and worshiped his Creator from his 7th Day Tree, and he knew God’s rest. As of this moment only Lu-Lu was a part of the Fellowship he was called to oversee. But Lu-Lu was a bit of a force of nature. Such was her natural gifting from God. There was no doubt in his mind that Lu-Lu was the best promoter of the Fellowship he could have.

“Jesus, your ways are so beyond our understanding,” Yinney began praying. “How many times did you heal someone and then tell them to tell no one who did this for you? And yet the Father grew your ministry just as it was supposed to grow. But what has man done today? We have copied the ways of the world and brought shame on your name. Please forgive us Lord, and send a refreshing of your Holy Spirit, that we might truly live again. Breathe upon this army of dead bones, that we might know your supernatural ways again.” The prayer was simple and sincere.

And so he prayed. He flowed in and out of word, worship, and prayer as the Spirit moved him. Like an eagle soaring on unseen currents of air, all morning was spent this way, and he loved the simplicity of it. There were no man-made programs to bow to, only God.

As slow as Yinney was, he planned to travel his community like he had read of preachers long ago. He was not a fan of large groups, but loved the intimacy of smaller groups, and one-on-one teaching. God was calling a family, not a congregation. Something gets lost in congregation. His ministry would orbit his 7th Day Tree like the earth orbiting the sun, after all, if Yinney needs to poo once every seven days, and he must poo here, then how far can a “sloth” get before he must begin his return trip?

But all along the way he would have “The Fellowship”. One might ask, when did Jesus have Church? The answer is “all the time”. And where did Jesus have Church? The answer is everywhere he went. So simple. Where two or three are gathered in my name. How does man manage to complicate the simplicity of Christ?

A great peace filled his soul as he slowly climbed higher into his 7th Day Tree so he could look outward. Lu-Lu said the smoke of man could be seen wherever he is. Yinney knew he would see that smoke one day, probably in about three years. But for now, as he climbed his sacred tree, the main thought in his soul and heart were the words: “Let there be light!”

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Peace we have, and peace we teach.

The continuing story of “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo”, is the property of Don Allen; alias: Grandpa White Feather, a Story Teller.

“Yinney” – Chapter 12

download (2) “So what does it mean, Yinney?” Lu-Lu asked. “What does it mean if a man comes here?”

“That’s part of the mystery,” he answered. “In three years we will find out. In the meantime, we are to prepare a place of community and communion, in other words, a place of true fellowship. You can’t have fellowship with someone who wants to eat you.”

Yinney silently pondered, before finally asking, “What is this race of man? How have they become such predators?”

“They are not all that way,” she explained. “The predators are fewer in number, but they feed off the masses. They manipulate the masses whatever way they want them to go. They have their own food chain. Like Jag is considered to be a creature at the top of our food chain. There is always someone at the top of the food chain, and those under them. But way towards the bottom are the ones being fed on. So these people are always scrambling not to be at the bottom. It is a jungle of their own making. But I hear there are also those like us. Those who only desire to live peaceful lives and do no harm, in a world of predators.

“I see,” Yinney acknowledged. “So these people live in a world much like ours, predators and vegetarians, but who are the ones cutting a road through our Amazon? Are they predators or peace-loving? Are they here to do harm? The vision said bad things were coming.”

“Most of them will simply be hard working people just trying to stay off the bottom of the food chain so they don’t get eaten, and they want things. They want more than they already have, and someone at the top, a true predator is giving the orders they blindly follow in exchange for something called, money. I have seen these things with my own eyes.”

“Yes,” Yinney spoke deeply, “we will create a place of fellowship where no one eats another, and all predators are not welcome. We will not live in fear or manipulation. The All-Creator will help us. And this man, when he comes, a lot depends on what has brought him here. The vision said he was a special man, and when he returns with the message, he will suffer much because of it.”

“We have a great purpose, Lu-Lu,” Yinney continued. “This tree will be a medicine tree, with leaves for healing. All those who come to these healing waters will find peace. It is medicine to the soul. The lagoon, the tree, our teachings, and our fellowship offers a different way of life based on simplicity and God-loving values, to do no harm.”

“This road… why does it come here?” he asked.

“For wood, and other natural resources. But wood is high on the list. They take trees and cut them up into many slivers. Their appetite knows no end. You have a human settlement some twenty miles from here. It is called ‘Benjamin Constant’. They want the road to reach that settlement. Your area, Yinney, is not far from the Javary River. This lagoon is probably fed by it. The Javary joins the Amazon River in the same area of Benjamin Constant. The Javary lies west of you, but it runs north and south. The Amazon River junction, and the settlement lie north of you.”

“And why do they want trees so badly? I love my 7th Day Tree, but is not one tree enough?” he asked.”

“They eat trees to build great homes for living in. Some people are very reasonable in their wants, but many have the hunger. They are predators wanting more than is good. They see it as a sign of success, and they greatly value success and the money that goes with it. They say they work hard and deserve it. They have earned it. To them, other values do not matter. They are the elite, and the world is here to serve them, please them in any way they desire, and as much as they desire. They have no respect for sacred ways as you do. This tree is simply wood for them, and it takes many trees to make one great house.”

“Yes, Jag would be right at home with these people,” Yinney concluded. “You can’t have community with someone who wants to eat you, and there are many forms of being eaten. We will create a fellowship, Lu-Lu, and among other things, when the man comes we will show him a fellowship based on soul.”

“It can start with just two. I would like to start one based on the writings of the Hebrews, who speak of a Golden Rule, a great Creator, and his Son. Would you like to help me start this? I will teach you from the ancient texts why the Creator gave us life, how we are meant to live it, and where he plans to take us from here.”

“Oh yes!” she agreed. “That sounds so exciting! And where do we start?”

“We start by lighting up your soul with the light of God’s words. You will learn that flesh and blood are temporary, but soul goes on forever. Flesh is but a vessel for soul. When we live in soul our desires change, because we know this place really doesn’t matter. Things really don’t matter. Only God and people matter. And…one more thing…where all of this is going…not where it is today…but where it is going.”

“Okaaaay,” Lu-Lu slowly said. “I think you lost me back where you said a fellowship can start with two. Can you say all that one more time?”

Yinney smiled and said, “I would be happy to.”

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“Yinney” – Chapter 8

images (3) Yinney had slept long and deep through the night, but as the sun rose, so did his “Sacred Sloth Morning Song”.

Rising morning sun, I greet you. Singing morning birds, I thank you. Gentle cooling breeze, I welcome you. Great and mighty tree, I hang from you.

Predators may lurk jungle below…

And so his morning worship could be heard for the first time in this area of jungle, and beside this lagoon. Yinney was preparing for a special meditation this day. It had been a thing in his mind for a long time. Sloths are prone to meditate. It is part of their God-given nature. But he understood that worship and prayer were not the same as meditation.

Sometimes prayer can be very meditative, but prayer and worship are still directed towards the Great Creator, the All-Father, whereas meditation is not necessarily so. Sloths are very deep thinkers. To go within oneself and pursue a thought, and perhaps many before finishing, as one thought may lead to another. This was his way, and Lu-Lu had given him much to think about.

Had Yinney been a person instead of a sloth, people would have told him, “Yinney, you think too much. Don’t take life so seriously. Just have fun! Party till you’re done!”

But Yinney did take life seriously, very seriously. Life was a great and precious treasure, not to be wasted, or aborted. People would have said he was born with an old soul, and perhaps so, he had been this way from very young. But in the animal kingdom, it was expected for a sloth to be of an old soul nature.

In the animal kingdom there were a few other creatures that Yinney considered to be spiritual teachers. The slow moving turtle, who traveled light as he carried his home on his back, and lived very simple. The eagle, who lived in high places and understood the ways of the wind, to soar more and flap less. The spider who with great patience wove an invisible web of faith and waited for the wind to carry to her everything she needed. The deer, who could leap with such a grace, and disappear, become invisible. The owl who who who who could see in the dark and fly with such silence. These five, and of the ocean creatures he did not know.

All morning he had been motionless in his sacred tree as he watched animals coming and going to the lagoon. This was a watering hole. He saw no fear from the animals towards the water itself. No sign of piranhas, large snakes, things of that nature which might be living in the water.

A sloth has a max speed of 15 feet per minute in a tree, and 9 feet on ground, but in water they can travel 44 feet per minute! They are strong swimmers with those long front arms. But even more impressive, they can slow their body metabolism to one-third of normal and hold their breath underwater for as long as forty minutes! If a sloth can be motionless in a tree, they can be just as much so sitting on the bottom of a lake. Yenny wanted to meditate while sitting motionless at the bottom of this lagoon. It had been a thing in his mind for a long time, almost as if the water called to him. Might this be a special body of water next to his sacred 7th Day Tree? Might it be magical?

Yinney had made up his mind. It was a risk he had to take. Several hours had passed as he prayed and studied the water. He would do this thing. The best limb to enter he had already picked out. It took an hour of slow sloth ninja moving, but he finally had himself hanging just above the reflecting pool. He saw himself hanging there. His moving had been so slow, perhaps not another critter around had even noticed this fur-ball making his way towards the water.

His eyes stared deep into the lagoon, the water so clear he could easily see into it. Little fish swam about, but he saw nothing of danger… and in he slid.

He needed to go deeper. The Amazon was very hot and the cool water refreshing. His long arms beginning their steady slow stroke. He loved the water and now he lived right next to it. How had he been so blessed?

On his first trip he did not want to go any farther than necessary. He would need something to cling to at the bottom. Spotting a large tree sunk to the lagoon floor, he decided this would be the place. It was time to focus. It was time to float, catch his breath, slow his heart rate, take a deep breath, and then… Yinney went under.

<This continuing story of “Yinney the Sloth” is the property of Don Allen, alias: Grandpa White Feather.)

 

“Yinney” – Chapter 7

images (1) It had been a long seven day journey, and now that he had found his 7th Day Tree he just wanted to rest and enjoy. In other words, not move! But as he laid back admiring the great tree his spirit had led him to, his mind and soul were rejoicing. Yinney’s inner world was highly active.

Sloths fool people. They look at a sloth and say, “Nothing much going on there. Hello? Anybody home?” Then they laugh and move on.

“Let them move on,” Yinney thought. “Maybe someday they will learn to appreciate the beauty of slow, when they are no longer young and foolish. Now that I have my tree, I can begin writing my book: ‘The Teachings of Yinney’, with a subtitle of : ‘The Beauty of Slow’.”

Yinney’s contemplation continued, “It’s not about slowing down simply for the sake of going slow, but it’s about the ‘glow’ of slow, and the ‘flow’. I will write of these things, and my 7th Day Tree becomes my classroom, my place of rest, my place of faith.”

The sacred tree was not called the “7th Day Tree” only because it was the place a sloth pooed every seven days. Sloth’s were avid readers of ancient texts. When a sloth is not moving, they may be reading. They have very tiny books hard to be seen by someone on the ground. His father had left books for Yinney, and among them was the great Jewish books of the Hebrews. These books were revered by all three-toed sloths because they spoke of living in a state of rest. If there was one thing sloths understood, it was rest.

In the Old Covenant, the Creator had instructed for the 7th day to be kept holy and be a day of rest. However, it is plainly written as the Christ completed the Old Covenant, that day of rest was expanded into a lifestyle! Not just on the 7th Day, but by faith live in the 7th Day all week long, even as Yinney would live in his 7th Day Tree!

He slowly reached for a leaf as he continued, “Most people don’t understand how you can be at rest and still get anything done, but rest is a state of peace, a state of faith, a state of flow, spiritual and supernatural, empowered by the All-Creator. It is contentment while still reaching,” his claws finally reached the leaf.

“So many people are asleep, but have no rest,” he continued. “But he who walks in spirit knows a rest that is fully awake. ‘Desire’ is a hard taskmaster. Better to be content and flowing forward like a lazy river, rather than caught in rapids. The beauty of slow is to enjoy the journey as much as the destination. You could say the journey is the destination. Does anyone ever fully arrive? And if one does, what happens then? Boredom?”

And so Yinney was enjoying the fruit of his journey as he laid back in his 7th Day Tree. It would be another seven days before he needed to poo again, meanwhile he was safe in his tree. The sounds of the Amazon echoed all around. The exotic birds, the occasional roar of a large cat, the screams of monkeys, he enjoyed it all, for the Amazon was full of life!

While Yinney rested way to the south, Jerry was fit to be tied in North America. He still had a large order of wood to deliver in two days. Tomorrow was Sunday and certain “church-goers” in his employ did not like working seven days a week. Not only that, but there was talk of inviting a Union Rep to organize all the mills around the state, and push to join the Union. If that happened, not only would overtime be “time and a half”, but Sundays would be “double-time”!

Jerry thought he knew who were the main two stirring everyone up about the benefits of the Union. He was still the boss here. There must be a way to stop this, he thought. No Union was coming into his mill if he could help it.

A small picture on his desk momentarily catches his eyes, causing him to pause. There was Dorothy and his two kids. He reminded himself he was doing all this for them. He smiled as he thought of Dorothy getting in shape. She was all excited last night as she told him about joining the spa, how it got her out of the house, the great bargain it was, and it was good for her. Yes, she seemed happy. Jerry was glad, this distraction kept her off his back. She had been doing a lot of complaining about how much he was gone. He would gladly pay the spa bill if it kept her busy.

Suddenly pain hit his stomach and began crawling up his throat. “Yuk!” Pulling his desk drawer open he reached for the bottle of antacids. “I gotta stop drinking so much coffee,” he concluded, as he swallowed several pills. He had been saying that for a year, but so far drank just as much, maybe even more.

Yinney spent his day slowly exploring his new home. It was big enough to provide protection, with many limbs too small for a Jaguar to climb upon. But it was also a humble tree. It will grow with the nutrients of Yinney’s special poo. It was perfect, and tomorrow he would find the best limb dropping into the lagoon. Holding his breath for as long as forty minutes, he wanted to try underwater meditation. This had been part of his master plan all along.  He continued thinking about the dire implications Lu-Lu had spoke of also. Yes, if this was true, then there would be much need for three-toed sloths of the old ways. They would find his tree, and he would give them hope, as only his people could.

What could he see from the highest limb, he wondered. Looking upward he liked the idea of it, but decided to save his energy. It had already been a lot this day. Tomorrow the lagoon, and maybe a climb to the top the next day. After all, there was no rush. Yinney was in complete peace as he enjoyed his many pleasures.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 5

Rising morning sun, I greet you. Singing morning birds, I thank you. Gentle cooling breeze, I welcome you. Great and mighty tree, I hang from you.

Predators may lurk jungle below, but our ways are higher in the trees. Our ways are touched with cooling breeze. Our ways invisible in the leaves. Our ways are blessed in peaceful flow. Our ways are blessed with S-O-U-L.

Yinney finished singing his morning song. Time was flying by and it was now day six in his search for his 7th Day Tree, which would become the orbit of his life, the center of his purpose. He had a good feeling about today. Sloths normally did not travel nearly so much. Once his tree was found, life could slow down even more. Time may be quickly passing, but he stayed in the beauty of slow.

He had spent several hours meditating about the Predator Cities Lu-Lu had told him of. That was a couple days ago, but he had not been able to get it off his mind. This was important. Not to be feared, but to be aware. It’s always good to be aware.

Today he chose a very tall tree to sing his morning song. He climbed very high. He wanted to see if he saw any signs of this race of people known as man. These people had no love for slow. They saw no glow in slow to be desired. What Lu-Lu described was very evil in its’ hungry ways. If these predators came to his jungle, all would be in danger, even Jag!

A sloth’s vision is not very good, but as he stared out as far as he could, all looked normal, no sign of a new danger today. With his mind satisfied, and having sang his morning song, he was ready to find his tree! Today he hoped would be the day! It would not be wise to still be searching tomorrow, for the urge could hit at any time, and then what would he do? He would need to poo!

As Yinney took one last look around, everything upside down, he thought he saw something reflecting through the tangle of jungle below, and it was not far away. Could he get to the reflection today? He rotated his head to see right-side up, but seeing things right-side up always gave him a headache, so he soon rotated back to his topsy-turvy world. “There, that’s better,” he said.

Normal speed for a sloth in trees was 13 feet per minute, and a max speed of 15 feet if they were in danger. This tree was very tall and he was very high. Even thinking of being so high on a springy limb and hanging upside down would make most people nauseous in their stomach, but not Yinney, he was a slow and methodical aerial acrobat.

He did not feel dizzy at all as he hung so high and looking about. He was use to upside down. Even his fur grew in the wrong direction from so much time upside down. He strained his eyes looking for the glint. There it was again! Could it be what he hoped? Might there be a tree close to it, possibly even overhanging? He had to find out; his spirit pulled that way.

Unfortunately, Yinney’s eyesight being what it is, he had misjudged the distance. As his body grew more weary, it finally became obvious he would not make it today. This meant he would be in the 7th Day and still looking for his tree. The urge would come, there was no doubt. Whether morning, noon, or night he could not say, but his heart was sure that reflection held his tree. He simply had to see.

So as he moved slower and slower, finally coming to a dead stop, he reached for a nearby leaf. This would be his meal before sleep. The casual observer probably would have said he stopped an hour ago, but he had actually progressed another ten feet during that last hour.

Yinney was a three-toed brown throated sloth of the old ways. He only ate leaves. He only pooed every seven days, and always at the bottom of the same tree, which became the sacred 7th Day Tree his life would revolve around.

As a leaf eater, energy always had to be conserved because a leaf diet does not provide much. Yes, Yinney was conservative by nature, a minimalist, leaving a very small footprint in the earth, but also a very special footprint. He was able to eat a poisonous leaf no other creature could.

God had given sloths such a slow digestive system, it took a whole month to digest a leaf! In this slow process not even poisonous leaves hurt him. He ate them all the time, and that made his poo special! Only his poo carried the nutrients of such a leaf to the ground to feed the chosen tree. This was part of his mission, his purpose, his holy task in life. Tomorrow he would know his tree, and hopefully before the urge to poo.

So as he slowly chewed his simple meal, he considered his day’s journey, and the glint of a reflection he saw from high in the tree that morning. This sparkle had become his guiding star. Now he was risking still searching even into day seven. But he was close, very close now. He was sure of it. Tomorrow would be an exciting day! And hopefully he could hold his poo!

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