5.19.17 Sometimes, with the one you love

     Sometimes you're a two footed who gets very close to a fourfooted. Maybe they go from being a baby or you being new to each other, to knowing each other and having such love. Sometimes you forget what it's like to be them, and you feed them well and hug good morning and bring them for walks and scrub that water dish and give them good-for-you treats when reminding them how to cool out and manage well. But kind of being elsewhere. And then how they look at you and behave does this magnificent thing of bringing you right back to yourself.
     And sometimes they get much bigger and a bit older and warm weather hits and their jowls are older and it's hot out, and after walks or during car rides, they drool.
     Not like a Saint Bernard or a Mastiff, but they begin to and they do.
     Suddenly you're going down the road with the massive head of one you love right next to yours, being close and doing the adventure and being hot and happy, and slowly you realize you should not leave your water bottle there.
     Slowly you realize it's hot out even if the car is cool ,and between the seats is now often drooley ,and now , yup, it's your arm.
     And you realize that while the idea could have seemed really really gross no matter when, still, here you are, out in the world on the wonderful day you've both been given, drooley arm and all, with one you love.

5.20.17 The darkening

     Outside the darkening night is slowly become as dark as dark as night
     Outside the sky is darkening overhead until now it is barely a flicker a hint more blue than shimmering ancient blacker black 
     Until now when the light is gone and I stand out in the cooling wilder breeze 
     As the trees sing and turn and bend and the thousands of golden Maple seeds spiral through the night wind and the only way I know is the way they spin into me as they fly on their way
     Outside there is not a difference between sky and tree and night as I stand and the seed pods and tender new wind singing leaves and my skin alive in the dark dark night breeze
     And everything is new

 

5.20.17 We are the ones

We are the only ones who can take stock of who we are, and grasp that, 

and hold it firmly in hand, while we move along in our lives. 

We can't rely on others to do this for us. 

We can't find fault with a good friend or a beloved or anyone else, 

if we have not learned that we are the ones who must fight along our own path, ourselves, to discover that within us which is precious and noteworthy and true. 
It matters not what others think; we are no moon awaiting a bright periodic sun, to bring us to life.

 

5.19.17 We are no moon

It matters not what others think
We are no moon awaiting a 
bright periodic sun
to bring us to life

 

5.20.17 The best to you

Good morning 
Good morning
The best to you this morning