Is there a time for everything under heaven?
Twice in recent weeks I’ve gone from upright to prone at the end of lead.
looking in
instead of out
I’ve become a pawn in a natural game
of
canine
instinct
and
rabbit
taunts
(okay Gail, are the hoppers really taunting or is there an invisible strategy at play….how would you know?)
Anyhow, thank heavens for yoga.
Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape. ~Michael McGriffy
I handicap myself
by wandering around without
glasses or contacts
in early morning light
Whose responsibility is that?
I think God sees our failed launches….He sees us flying over the handlebars in slow motion, and while He never wants to see us hurt, He knows it can happen from time to time when we live a life of total engagement. ~excerpt from Love Does by Bob Goff
This morning I stopped to chat with a neighbor who I’ve never said more than hello to.
In less than five minutes I learned about her three children.
Her job.
How Covid and furlough might have felt like a gift and blessing if she knew she’d not lose her job. She’s loved the opportunity to be home with her kids. She just found out she’s being called back and so the last two weeks have been great because her mind can settle. She’s not moving on auto pilot—doing the dishes—while her mind is calculating how to get a new job or how they’ll pay the bills or what the school year will bring for her daughters and son.
She’s found respite and pause.
I’m glad I looked up and out today.
giving
an
opportunity
for
someone
to
feel
seen
and
heard
Hi Gail, I guess “down at the end of a leash” might be a variant of “down dog.” With tongue now removed from cheek, I can say you’ve written yet another delightful and multi-faceted story. Bravo!