Something small bit my dog,
But like most of us when we get bitten by the small things in life,
We don’t leave them alone, we get ahold of the hurt place and start chewing at it….
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But with a little patience and trust, and a big blue cone of protection,
We can heal.
I feel a tap on my leg,
And look down
And for a moment both of us are captivated by the red disc at my feet.
But then I remember I must focus on a different task at hand.
It is hard not to get drawn into what others are focused on…
But you can do it…
After all the dog had no interest in my job.
At the county fair,
In the oldie days exhibit is a real barn.
And there, in the hay loft filled with real hay, sits a biddy hen…
A very real modern hen playing her part…sitting on some real eggs.
Our history is here, now….see it. Make more. Hatch the possibilities life offers.
Go to the fair.
I sit on the edge of my bed,
Surrounded by sheep…
The shearling slippers, now silent and empty in the corner, roamed New Zealand,
The the ancient oriental carpet under my toes once grazed the Middle East,
And the green plaid blanket gamboled the green isle of Ireland…
While my socks, abandoned on the floor, roamed an island of the coast of Maine.
And there in the middle of it all is the Lamb of Dog.
I sit on the edge of my bed wide awake.
And grateful.
There were bunnies today,
Jumping and grazing on fresh green grass…
Held in the arms of delighted children
All kept safe with watchful eyes, helping hands and a plastic rainbow of fence.
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As i contemplate the rabbit in the Moon,
And the Son of the Sun,
I know
We are all stars and reflected light.
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Once in a blue moon is more frequent than you might think!
The world shimmers with promises and song.
Peaches no bigger than my thumb glow in the dawn
And a small bird heralds the day
Awake!
Even if you want to stay in bed hiding all day,
Someone is bound to notice you…
Might as well wake up.
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Hiding and meditating are not the same thing,
But we are a clever species,
We can hide anywhere…
Waiting for the light?
How foolish the calico says,
Look at me!
We are all reflected light!
We are all the rainbow.
Don’t wait.
Shine.
the prettiest
tiniest
little flying bug
alighted on my arm…
but only for a second.
it had apparently confused me with the rose.
or perhaps it recognized our similarities…
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be not afraid to bloom and smell sweet.
Early this morning two blue jays were arguing in the Palatka holly,
Red berries finally ripened, not aware it is now spring,
shaking as the blue feathered birds hopped from branch to branch.
Midday the gulls swoop over my head
Making loud calls that echoed everywhere…
As the sun set,
A flock of geese in a perfect V flew over my head…
Banked and turned north, following the river….
When suddenly,
In front of me,
Stood a single goose…
Dead center in the middle of the road,
Alone.
But before I could write that story in my mind,
I looked where the goose was gazing into the grass…
And there in the grass was another goose gazing back.
Don’t follow the crowd,
Follow Love.
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