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Blue Ribbons

Blue ribbons waltz
In the wind
Every now and then
Come together
But for the most
Just inadvertently blow
And with the wind,
We go
Paler we’ve become
With time
Interwoven are lives
Like yours and mine
It’s hard now
To see that radiant blue
Having become so faded
From dreams that did
And didn’t come true
Have they left us so weary
And jaded
Pale blue ribbons
Wind torn
Much older now
We’ve grown
Are we now too frayed
And worn
If there were time
To do it all again
Would we still be
This far apart
My dear friend
Pale blue ribbons cut loose
To blow free
In the wind
But I remember too
When ribbons,
So brilliantly blue
Amiably bonded
Me and you

Morning Dog Bliss

Blessed abiding.

I didn’t feel this way when I first awoke today. But what was it that changed and caused me to feel this way? As I lay in bed just waking from sleep, I experienced something I do almost daily. But today, I appreciated, really lived the moment with the awareness that each moment deserves. And it was my dogs that brought light to the situation, as they often do.

It is such a blessed feeling, to those that love dogs; those that don’t have no an idea of what they miss; but to those that do, it is a blessed feeling to wake each day and feel the warmth surrounding you. Listen to the breath of life flow in and out of their lungs with an occasional snort or snore. Feel them nestled close. Reposition, unintentionally moving ever so slight away and so do they move, once again, snuggling ever contiguous as if they are a part of you. (Really they are, but that is something I might discuss in detail at another time. Suffice it to say, I believe your animals, the ones you chose or those that chose you have done so for a reason).

Nonetheless, back to the moments in time, now just a memory and residual feelings that fade as each moment passes now. As I awoke, I lay on my side and nestled behind, at the bend of my legs is one, so small and seemingly fragile, Evie. Behind my back is another; Duke with his head lying on my neck. Before me, at the bend between my lower abdomen and thighs lays Nelly. Willow lies at my chest, staring at me, insisting that I pet her since I am obviously now awake. She is so soft. It is undesired for her breed but I like it on her; it suits her personality. There is yet another dog, Dora who is an adolescent. She does not have full nighttime bed privileges yet, as she is still learning to NOT chew up and spread about the contents of the bed she sleeps in, pillows, bedspreads and such. She is crated next to the bed for now. But I am aware of her. She is waking too, rustling around every now and then.

The feelings I feel, before feeling crowded and saying, “Come on, let’s get up” are of such wonderment. In those moments, I am filled with love. No worries. All of life is here and now, infinity in each moment. There is no right, no wrong, just contentment, and I am at peace. There are no thoughts of what needs to be done or what should have been done. Just the moment and that, is not even a thought, it is an experience of existing in each instant as it happens. It’s a reality that we miss out on when we get so caught up in our lives. Nonetheless, it was a time of innocence and guiltlessness.

After the fact, I realized that I had been completely absorbed in living each moment; by then it had become thoughts and memories of what had passed. I felt somewhat euphoric in the realization of what occurred. Just remembering what had happened, however long it was, caused me to feel pleased. I wanted to hug the whole world. Knowing that everyone needs a sincere display of friendliness and loving-kindness every now and then.

It is hard for many to believe that dogs can make one feel this way but I know first hand they do. Maybe I, and the rest of the dog loving population are weird; I know we are crazy, but to many of us, we even like our dogs better than we like most people.

Dogs are not complicated. People are. If a dog doesn’t like you, you’re going to know it, most of the time before he bites you in the ass. People, on the other hand, I believe will act as though they are your friend and much to your surprise when you wake up face down in the dirt, knife in your back, guess who. Why does it consistently shock people when the one’s who you think are your friends, betray? Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate anyone. I have compassion for everyone. But I don’t like everyone.

I love dogs. Those dogs that don’t like me, and there are a few, I still like them. They are honest; I respect honesty. And honesty is an endangered trait among people these days. If you have it or know someone who does, take a moment to be thankful. If you have a dog, be extraordinarily thankful. Know someone who does, you can be thankful too.

Dedicated to Brat, whose presence is always with me.