i pet a cat called Calico
(she was not, of course, made of cloth)
and
i met a dog named Patch –
(unfrayed, he had mended a heart)
.
i ponder
about all bits and pieces of
building relationships…..
and quilts,
as my own sweet feline,
sits amidst the squares of fabric and testimony.
my Love greeted me with flowers in his hair,
bounding towards me through the air –
with bits of green and twigs too,
oh how i missed You!
my Aunt Dot used to always have square dogs,
in fact,
my uncle used to say Aunt Dot made square dogs….
i miss her.
met a square dog today,
thought of her.
sometimes love looks like a four square meals a day –
sometimes it looks like one.
Feed what you love.
overwhelmed and lost i turn to the crow beside to road,
looking for wisdom, i hear to hoots of the owl —
but all i understand are echoes
of my own insecurities –
and the fact that this real owl and this real crow have no sage advice to sooth my wild ego –
they have stories of their own, mine is an intrusion.
.
The moon rises and the water glitters –
there is wisdom here,
but
too much static to hear…
with no GPS to rely on..
the only answer is to be quiet and listen to Love.
the spa treatment
is subjective.
a plunge pool full of fragrant bubbles,
copious snacks
and
a view of a beautiful blue sky over the tops of white roses in full bloom.
manicure included.
things i long for, but not necessarily things everyone does….
.
in the grey matter of a grey day
in the corner of my eye, suddenly someone wants to play…
and corners of Joy awaken.
you may be homeless or
you may be home,
more or less…
but either way,
You passed me by – and i saw your Grace.
.
we are all travelers, as the sage says, walking each other Home.
she wore a heart on her harness
i wear mine on my sleeve,
and we spoke
heart to heart
without
saying a word.
in the sky
or in the earth
you are worthy
You have worth
no matter
what or where your birth.
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