Sunday, January 30, 2011
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened." - Anatole France
(This is my neighbor Pim and her dog Pepper who is old and likes being outside. He sits on his back porch often and I watch him watching the night from my bed. He obviously wanted to just lay down and enjoy the day, and she stood there for the longest time so that he could.