Friday, July 10, 2015

7.10.15 Clouds? Blossom.




7.10.15 I was just saying



Today the land feels momentous, the clouds overhead heralding something unseen, that holds promise. Just saying.

7.10.15 Did you see them?

Early this morning, in the cool green light
the dew slowly evaporated
the moisture wandering up into clouds
to gather together
to darken, and sweep along
over to your neighborhood

 

7.10.15 Like their dance; like their song


The other day my brother told me that, always to him also, the shape of how plants and trees grow, and extend their branches, their blossoms, 
felt inside of him like their dance, like their song.

7.10.15 When they began to notice



When my kids were growing up, we rescued an Aussi pup. Blue merle with copper, fur too thick for any shears, so in the summer I would sit at the endless soccer games with scissors and a bag, slowly trimming her beautiful locks. 

When my youngest were seven and eight, they got the job of walking her around the block. By then, she was 10. 

They would complain that she stopped and sniffed and took so long. I told them "Look, she's reading the paper. She's on the phone with all her friends. How about you give her three short stops, and two long. And then? You can scoot her along. " 

That helped things. And, they began to notice what it was like, to be her. 

They began to watch how she could smell so many things that they could not.

She could hear so much that they had no idea of.

They began to notice what a treat it was for her, taking her time, smelling the news, on her daily excursions. 

Oh. I still brought her down to Fitzgerald Lake, and the dog park at the state hospital, to meander and sniff and race about with others.

But from then on, at the dinner table, or at bedtime, my kids would tell me. All the things that Friendship really enjoyed that day.