A flower bed
Is not a pun,
Nor figure of speech…
There is truth at your fingertips and within your reach.
Bugs and butterfly,
And feral cats…
The mewing kitten and biting gnat
All rest there
In this bed of flowers.
.
Rest your head in a place of dreams,
There’s more to this world
Than it seems.
I had dental work today…
A wonderful thing
Denied to many…
Still,
I was thankful for dear friends,
Who did not require me to throw the ball,
But simply sat with me.
.
That is truly, often,
all we need to heal.
fear
Like and angry cat
Lies in wait
It pounces
When you feel backed into a corner…
.
Remember
The world is still round,
All things are possible.
Today
The Little White Dog
Met a Horse.
Inside!
.
She stepped into the barn
And immediately was over threshold…
.
Nevertheless,
She stepped into the tack room, recovered her composure,
And bravely found Her path forward.
.
Be bold,
Gently
Step over the thresholds
And into new territories…
sometimes
You have to take a step back
Before jumping in again.
They are everywhere,
Why so much hate?
They are love bugs!
.
They do not bite,
Or sting
Or
Eat your house.
They herald the coming of summer
And feed
the soil that grows
The plants
That grow our air.
So why all the hate out there?
May 9th
The dog with the broken tail
Wagged joyously
And
Showed me her empty belly
Stitched and healing
Her puppies now weaned and headed north to new homes
May 10th
The room was dark
I thought I was alone,
And then I heard You!
Meowing to remind me,
I am never alone,
neither are You.
May 11th
The sound was deafening
Echoing throughout the room,
Oh!
There you are
In the corner of the window.
How can someone so small
Be so LOUD?
May 12th
You smell.
Really
Really
Bad.
Yes
I still love you.
But
You need a bath.
.
Baptisms have practical as well as spiritual purposes…
I saw You reach up
Fully relaxed
Fully trusting
Fully present.
I could ask for for greater lesson
In spiritual direction,
No greater hymn than a gentle purr.
I gazed into Your deep brown eyes,
and was lost
and found
In an instant.
call You Horse, or Cow, or Donkey, or Dog…
Remember,
God is just a nickname too.
A brown thrasher chirped a song of Spring,
Their beak full of Gifts.
The meadow down the road has been roped off
Signs have been posted
Keep Out
.
A tabby cat
Sat
In the middle of the meadow…
.
Were they there in defiance of the signs,
Or
Were they there enforcing them.
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