4:50 am
cold
dark
starlight hidden
behind cloud mask
we walk
“We’re in for it tonight,” I said at dinner.
Henny spent a large part of yesterday kenneled at the vet waiting to be seen.
No pheasant field.
No dog park.
Two paltry leash walks.
Restless bundle of muscle, sinew, bone, and high spirit.
Unlike Mara, Henrietta has no fear of the dark.
Henri has little fear of much…beyond ear drops and a tooth brush.
She barrels through life with such enthusiasm, I’m pretty sure she’s not even aware there is an edge.
No worries—my fearless role model is all patched up and ready for action today.
Antibiotic gel works wonders on ulcerated corneas.
While walking this morning, the muse delivered a memory.
When I was about eleven or twelve, I repeatedly played an album on our living room’s console stereo. The jacket showed a cathedral standing tall against the blue sky.
Church choir music.
The album was my mother’s and I suppose in addition to enjoying the music, I felt that in the listening, I was somehow connected to her.
I would start the needle at the edge.
Round and round it would circle to the safety of the middle.
I’d then pick the needle arm back up and once again place it at the edge.
Seems a metaphor for joyful living.
My first thought on seeing the picture, “Henny’s gone crackers!” Seeing the boundless enthusiasm in our dogs is motivating. Rituals that support and ground us = joyful living, an idea I relate to. A variant of mine is a plethora of song snippets that became firmly associated with events throughout my life. A quick review now failed to recall any associated with a painful memory.
>> Seems a metaphor for joyful living.
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