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
Dreidel Songby Joan Myles
*With Hanukkah beginning Sunday evening, you are probably busy chopping onions and potatoes for your famous latka recipe, and making sure you have enough candles for all 8 nights. Well, here’s a little song as you dole out gelt for a game or two or three of dreidel. Wishing you Sweetness and Light!**
Spin the dreidel gramma spin
Hebrew letters let us in
Nun and gimel
Hey and shin
Spin the dreidel round
Spin the dreidel mama please
Recollect the centuries
Pain or prayer
We bend our knees
And spin the dreidel round
Watch me spin the dreidel spin
each day of wonder to begin
With hope and blessing now as then
So spin the dreidel round
by Joan Myles
darkness has a way of seeping
past layers of air and mist and rain
into the place of spirit’s keeping
to dull the heart and dim the brain
and I succumbed to woe and weeping
despite my habit to refrain
from morbid tentacles of creeping
dread and urges to complain
but wait I hear amid the deepening
fog and drear of daily pain
your lilting song of hope reopening
a world of brightness once again