Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Tuesday Aug. 16, 2005 - Year 3, Day 149 - a dog’s life
I wonder, when do low clouds become fog ? when does fog become low cloud ? this morning they seem to meet in the tree tops somewhere; 7C wet & cool - Gusta & owner returned refreshed & wet
I’ve got a new book on the go, a signed copy gift from one of the authors [a muser] – thanks LH; the subject being the behaviour of high profile promiscuous men – ‘The Walrus Theory’ seems a good chuckle so far not sure I agree with the premise, but maybe I’ll learn some techniques
great chat with TJ from SK last night; sorry you were pre-empted by a West Wing re-run
birth & death, these are the bookends of a life; Beatrix’s poem reminds us that the dash in between birth & death dates is the most important
"To not think of dying, is to not think of living." - Jann Arden
but when dying happens to someone near, who can think of anything else ?
perhaps we can express things about, to & of pets that are tougher to say out loud about some of the people who leave our lives
death, dying & mourning - topics of frequent discussion lately as KT & I discussed Dixie memories . . . discussed the ‘good life, good death’ concept
good death; we deserve to celebrate good mourning as we celebrate births
but when any loss rips our insides, pain & hurt & sadness prevail . . . wailing can happen – perhaps it is required
letting go, saying good bye, giving voice to grieving expectations lost ought to be written of more as part of the recipe of life – like the icing on a cake
Peg’s Amelia, the flying dog who traversed Colorado mountains, Texas & Ohio & became well known to everyone who knows Peg is gone
"People living deeply have no fear of death." - Anais Nin
surely Anais was a dog owner; one who saw every day unhesitating innocence, joy & loyalty evidenced by a ‘waggle bone connected to the heart bone’ of dog & owner
at first blush, these dogs seem to have no concept of the reality we see as they nuzzle, lick & play with us without regard to the kind of day they had
maybe they see it more deeply that we do; they live purely innocently deeply & without hesitation . . . it’s a dog’s life
to those who admonish me for despising cats, I should afford an offhand meow; I don’t hate cats & their owners – I don’t care for cats – if I have a choice, I choose differently
good mourning
Mark
342,100
I’ve got a new book on the go, a signed copy gift from one of the authors [a muser] – thanks LH; the subject being the behaviour of high profile promiscuous men – ‘The Walrus Theory’ seems a good chuckle so far not sure I agree with the premise, but maybe I’ll learn some techniques
great chat with TJ from SK last night; sorry you were pre-empted by a West Wing re-run
birth & death, these are the bookends of a life; Beatrix’s poem reminds us that the dash in between birth & death dates is the most important
"To not think of dying, is to not think of living." - Jann Arden
but when dying happens to someone near, who can think of anything else ?
perhaps we can express things about, to & of pets that are tougher to say out loud about some of the people who leave our lives
death, dying & mourning - topics of frequent discussion lately as KT & I discussed Dixie memories . . . discussed the ‘good life, good death’ concept
good death; we deserve to celebrate good mourning as we celebrate births
but when any loss rips our insides, pain & hurt & sadness prevail . . . wailing can happen – perhaps it is required
letting go, saying good bye, giving voice to grieving expectations lost ought to be written of more as part of the recipe of life – like the icing on a cake
Peg’s Amelia, the flying dog who traversed Colorado mountains, Texas & Ohio & became well known to everyone who knows Peg is gone
"People living deeply have no fear of death." - Anais Nin
surely Anais was a dog owner; one who saw every day unhesitating innocence, joy & loyalty evidenced by a ‘waggle bone connected to the heart bone’ of dog & owner
at first blush, these dogs seem to have no concept of the reality we see as they nuzzle, lick & play with us without regard to the kind of day they had
maybe they see it more deeply that we do; they live purely innocently deeply & without hesitation . . . it’s a dog’s life
to those who admonish me for despising cats, I should afford an offhand meow; I don’t hate cats & their owners – I don’t care for cats – if I have a choice, I choose differently
good mourning
Mark
342,100
