
Red Bird / Read Bird.
Listening to the jazz of nature in the morning after the rain mist stops.
Percussion gives way to melody.
Both point me in Cardinal directions.

Red Bird / Read Bird.
Listening to the jazz of nature in the morning after the rain mist stops.
Percussion gives way to melody.
Both point me in Cardinal directions.

pet therapy is All about the Clients,
At least it is supposed to be,
It is All to often about the Ego of the handler,
But it also needs to be about the the joy of the dog.
And today was.
Sometimes they need to visit as much as those they visit.
We all need to be useful.

When you find fun,
RUN!

Small and fluffy I am it’s true,
But I am a mud puppy too!
Are You?

Suddenly, weather was freezing.
Too cold for this neck of the woods,
And just as suddenly,
It was warm again…
And as if spring had come early
The mock cherry started to bloom!
.
A fact I noticed when I heard a cat meow over my head…
.
Sometimes,
It is hard to notice the blooms in life….
Even if they only last for a moment.
Cherish them, and all who point them out.


It is the day after King’s Day,
The feast of the Epiphany,
The twelve drummers are now silent…
And now is the time to put away the ornaments,
And for many it seems,
The job is grim…
But fear not!
And you will have helpers!
Even if it may not always be the help you thought you wanted!
Still,
It very well may be exactly the help you need…
You just mistook the task at hand.
Leap!
Across the pond,
In the sky,
Jet black against the blue,
You flew…
.
A swan?
Yes, a swan.
.
Expect love,
Commit to it.

Somedays we all can walk on water,
If only for a little bit.
.
Disparage not the weather,
It simply reminds us that even as everything constantly changes,
All remains Holy.