Snow Dog dashes through the frost
To catch the ball at any cost
Meanwhile I slip and think I’m lost
But hey it’s only Winter
She brings the ball back caked with ice
Held in her mouth and don’t think twice
I feel like I am rolling dice
But hey it’s only Winter
My hands are numb my nose is blue
“Just one more time and we’ll be through”
She’s quite a Snow Dog it is true
And hey it’s only Winter
Here in the Willamette Valley February marks the middle of the rainy season. Song birds cheerily proclaim their message of renewal. Breezes stir the air, and push against me playfully as I walk along beside Aries.
For her part, Aries seems to snuffle the yard with renewed interest. Because everything is new. Renewed and alive. Everything is celebrating LIfe. Again and again. One season at a time. One day at a time. One moment at a time.
And hey! Speaking of celebrating, today is Aries birthday. Three years old and spirited as a colt. Aries is already a pro at getting me up and moving. She carries her yellow ball around most days. Ever ready and hopeful that a game of fetch is just around the corner. She lures me out of my chair by squawking her toys. She runs up to me in the hall and tugs me into the living room. Growling and wagging and prancing us around in circles. During games of Scrabble with J she frequently interrupts by “showing” me her ball without actually giving it to me. Walking backward she leads me away from my chair and into her play.
And oh what a walking partner she is becoming!
So Happy Birthday to you, Dear Aries! Now let’s go play!
What could be better than a brisk walk around the neighborhood with birds twittering and the breeze stirring the air all around you?
Well, I’d have to say it’s a brisk walk around the neighborhood amid birdsong and breezes with my amazing Seeing Eye teammate Aries!
And oh, the things we encounter along the way!
Today for example. We were treated to a hawk circling overhead. His piercing “scree” alerting us to his continued presence as we rounded the corner. Only I was distracted. Aries remained totally focused on her work of leading me safely down the sidewalk.
Then there was the jogger who passed us by on my right. “Good morning,” she huffed softly. “Good morning,” I smiled. And Aries remained focused all the while.
Sometimes when a dog appears down the block or especially across the street, Aries takes a moment to assess the situation. She watches with great interest. Often stops abruptly despite my prompting. But always moves silently along at last. The other canine might pull at its leash or bark a greeting our way. But Aries knows her task. And she keeps to it.
Aries is getting to be a pro at showing me the curb cuts when we come to them. She glides me past street signs and mailboxes. She stops to alert me to barriers–like a vehicle blocking our path. She takes me around the barrier and back onto our route.
And once home,once my coat and her harness have been properly stored, she joins me out on the deck for a lively game of fetch. Because as the end of the day, she is not only my walking partner. She is my buddy!
before the rubber ball leaves my hand
the air welcomes it
all laws of gravity and politics
because within the world of this miniature sun
abides the sacred space of anticipation
the unfettered joy of leaping forward
free and unafraid
the singularity of space and time
of motion and stillness
Because there is only this circle of living light
soaring on invisible wings
waiting to be seen and cherished and delivered back to me
wet with slobbery delight
by Joan Myles
Fog on a Monday ain’t so bad
As long as Sunday’s heart was glad
And Tuesday’s plans don’t make you mad
Because it’s only weather
Dark in the window ain’t so bleak
If the kitchen sink don’t leak
You may fret and feel a freak
But at least we are together
*I just can’t resist sharing this stirring bit of the poem Little Red Cap by Carol Ann Duffy*
I took an axe
to a willow to see how it wept. I took an axe to a salmon
to see how it leapt. I took an axe to the wolf
as he slept, one chop…and saw
the glistening, virgin white of my grandmother’s bones.
I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up.
Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”
~ T.S. Eliot
*Wishing my Darling Readers sweetness day by day, moment by moment, always!*
A new year.
More promises to do better.
To be better.
To give more love more be more
But if I am
Here and now and always
With the Beloved One
Part of the Beloved One
Breathed by and breathing the Beloved One
Now is all there is.
The Smallest Things
by Joan Myles
they say stardust is the stuff of life
then there’s molecules and such
but grant me my beloved’s face
beneath my trembling touch
a swirl of tiny birds in flight
half moon in table glass
I cherish all the smallest thing
with every day I pass