11.23.13 My Baby; My Moose

11.24.13 All the All the Years

Well, my beloved dog Shiva Louisa Latrine, borne of abandonment and starvation, grown up a fine small powerful alpha queen, to take big pitty boys to their knees with nary a movement; even now, mostly deaf and blind, recently unable to walk but with a little spinal alignment and disc conversation, now walks further than ever. Pain is moderate. Gets lotsa herbs pushed down her throat with treats in between , the very best dry food and fresh chicken, walks and cuddles.

The constant NAG of a pup that yearns to be friends... Separate from her most of the day unless I'm there.

Still, the ground is about to freeze right down , so today her grave was dug. In the backyard with the view that has been her domain to stand and defend and own, and now the pup gradually is taking it upon his young self, while Shiva is spoiled and comes first and is less and less interested..

Who has all kinds of conditions we have not the money to address - but no matter.

Here she is, just delicious and glorious and tough and tender.

Today K and I sat in the kitchen planning the 'bury the dog in deep winter', then paused and remembered all all the 16 delicious years, tears crawling down our cheeks, as she lives in my heart today ; as she will live in my heart forever, as she makes her certain and unknown path further into her own old age.

11.25.13 Out By Pete's Tire Barn.....

Out by Pete's Tire Barn 

getting tires fixed up for winter. 

Top of the morning to you! 

And there, 

quietly perched up in the stratosphere,

 is a glimpse of the moon, 

with the quietly bubbling clouds 

moving through the neighborhood.

11.26.13 Disappear in a Moment

Gray New England day. 

First snow;

 fine dusting

 that disappears 

in a moment.

11.26.13 How Do You Manage?

Q: How do you manage to do all this art?

A: It just roils out as I wander around

Calling. Making lotsa noise.

"Hey you, over there!

How about this angle?

Yeah, yeah; lie down.

Oh hush! Who gives a crap about the rain?

Or your shoes?

There. Lovely. 

You saw one thing, and 

transformed it into a dear friend.

Who will stick around. "

Yup, that's my brain.

. 

11.27.13 Blessed Be

Corinthians 9 6-8 
"Whosoever shall sow bounteously, shall reap, bounteously. " 

Blessed be your comings and goings;

your empathy of spirit, 

and your deep common sense. 

Your iridescent gratitude 

and your doing unto others.

11.27.13 The Danse

She was down in the backfields

Down past the outwaters

Threading through the tall grass

Pulled by the river's roar

When something inside whispered 

of those who used to harm

long long ago

far over faint hills; can you see?

And so she wrapped her arms 

round her shoulders ;

gave  herself a tug -

"They're dead, dead, dead."

Then off they went, 

Hands clasped tight 

billowing through 

the dark meadow