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Streams I wade each day

Rush in me and through and past

Ocean song so vast

Home at last. And all that Aries and I have learned separately and together is now in our hands/paws to put into action.

Just as at The Seeing Eye, everything we do is a lesson. At least for a while. Meals and grooming and daily walks and interactions with new people and animals, playing and resting–everything. There are new ways of thinking: we are three now, not just Jeff and me, and not just Aries and me. There are new schedules and the need to somehow accommodate favorite activities. Scrabble and tug and homemade pizza and bone chewing and taking care of everyone’s needs and emotions. Because we are three now. Two very special partnerships overlapping and intermixing, with specific roles and responsibilities and commitments.

Yes, Aries and I are home at last. And loving every challenging moment!

We’re in the final stretch here at The Seeing Eye. Aries and I have learned routes around Morristown, had our picture taken beside the statue of Morris Frank and Buddy his guide, explored the courthouse and neighborhoods without sidewalks, ventured up and down the halls of the main building here using stairs and the elevator. We have sat quietly during lectures and meals, gotten lost over and over, and expressed opposing opinions about sitting and lying down and resting. We have growled at one another while playing tug and bouncing the ball. And we have made lots of new friends, canine and human!

Mostly we have started something truly wondrous–a relationship based in trust and love, a relationship which will keep both of us happily moving.

And when we arrive back home on Thursday, there is just one direction to go. Forward.

Wishing you sweetness always!

July 4

With only 10 days to go before returning home to Oregon, the idea of independence looms large for me. I came to The Seeing Eye with the aim of creating a new team for walking to and from the synagogue, around my neighborhood etc. Already I feel the bond of love and trust between my new canine partner and me. Already I feel the possibilities for continued progress in all things.

My new guide is a 2 year old golden retriever named Aries. She is playful and lively, yet patient and sweet. We have worked our way around cafe tables and sidewalk planters, across lighted and unlighted intersections, through the park and all about the building. We have practiced new modes of learning to find elevators, discovered the importance of daily behavior drills and had a lot of fun bouncing and retrieving her oddly shaped ball and tugging on her bone. Mostly we have begun to listen and respond to one another’s needs.

Independence is an amazing concept. And while it definitely assures the right to express one’s true self, it most certainly requires the responsible response to the needs of others. Real independence then is all about relationship. Maybe the word of the day is actually interdependence.

Wishing you Love and Sweetness

June 15

Five days

I can count the days on one hand now.

Five and then I fly.

First into the sky, the land of New Jersey, Morristown, The Seeing Eye.

Then back into the world of independent travel, trusting and caring for a canine teammate.

And once home I’ll still be flying, with my head in the clouds, my feet on surer ground.

So excited and grateful.

Here I am. Finally.

And while the road to this point has been difficult and long, the path ahead won’t be easy either.

You see, on Wednesday the call came.

“Are you willing to come June 20 to the Seeing Eye for training?”

“Yes!” my breath escaping.

“And are you willing to be paired with a female Golden?”

“Oh yes!!” my heart pounding.

And here we are. Getting ready.

I have told just about every person on earth that matters to me.

And I still must proclaim it to the heavens.

Gratitude and excitement and relief that I will soon have another teammate.

An incredible, canine teammate.

A sweet little girl dog to walk with.

To travel through the neighborhood.

To travel into and around the synagogue.

So very, very grateful.

So in love with Love.

Where the mind goes when you’re making lunch and the salad crunch with the cruton and the neutron and the plasma and my asthma and miasma and I ask Ma where the mind goes As I fetch the mail holy grail Like it best in Braille Cause it aint so frail like to feel I’m real and can deal the real deal where the mind goes

Dear Edna St. Vincent Millay

I fear that my harsh judgment may

Have clouded my eyes to your witty and wise

Lyrically lovely word-play

But what is a young girl to do

When she wants to grow up to be you

Lots of poetry selling

Men adoring Fans yelling

Give us more–But I’m just me–Boo hoo

The birds sing to me

From a yard across the way

Since ours has no tree

and the children there play

share their laughter and glee

Because ours moved away

yes joy comes by degree

wherever it may

for whoever will see