a small mouse rescued from the floor
showed me freedom was more than an open door
it was the flame of an open heart.
a small mouse rescued from the floor
showed me freedom was more than an open door
it was the flame of an open heart.
somedays
we fill our box,
sometimes we just need to find a box just our size,
if just for a little while.
i am tired of hearing that
something, anything
it is either a gift or a lesson –
why can’t it be a communication!
today was filled with gifts and lessons –
but most of all
communications!
Some bunny loves me –
and i bet you are loved too!.
a cardinal landed on a sculpture in my garden,
made from an old engine block.
made by an old friend
who credited it with saving her life –
so she melted it
and poured it into a clay mold she had carved.
both were born anew.
she however is gone.
not from a car crash – from more insidious internal crashes.
we are all mortal after all.
This week is one of those weeks where we have more car accidents than any other –
(day light savings time and spring break)
but still i am reminded of salvation
every day i see her sculpture.
I am not a toy.
I am not a monkey – no. really. not of any kind,
I am not your sweet monkey.
and i am not trying to dominate you!
you are the one that put the collar on me.
and you want me to be a therapy dog?
i do not pee because i disrespect you –
(why do you pee?)
(do toys pee?)
and if you would please teach me where the bathroom is and stop yelling at me,
i
would
be
very
grateful.
so do you want to be on a blog tonight?
no.
i want your sandwich.
if i give you a piece of my sandwich –
suddenly i will be surrounded by millions of gulls
wanting pieces of my sandwich…
oh,
do you see millions of gulls? here? now?
no.
is that how compassion works?
aren’t you supposed to be meditating right now?
i’m trying.
get back to your meditation, while i look for crusts in other places. –
hey look! this garbage pail is overflowing!
breathe.
what’s a blog?
breathe.
we are adaptable creatures,
designed to adopt each other.
consciously conceived or adopted –
all of us want homes.
we are family.
there are butterflies in my heart,
and my stomach.
but none yet in the unbloomed flowers of the garden.
patience,
Spring will come and buds and hearts will open.
“squirrel hunting for dinner”
Sometimes you say something –
and people hear something else.
the old carny trick holds more truth than many a sacred text.
“Come see the Man Eating Chicken” –
the horror,
the savagery!
yet, all of that are interpretations are true.
Listen for the truth.
Sometimes even when we listen,
we don’t pay attention –
Sometimes even when we pay attention,
we are not listening to what is being said.