Perspective

perspective

Those held earthbound
are cheated of the birds-eye views
that put the vastness of life
into greater perspective.

Those perpetually airborne
miss the intimate details
that keep our daily lives
in grounded perspective.

Those who soar
with an eye for potential
and touch down
to solid reality

experience life
with a sound perspective
within which ideas
can take glorious flight.


The Daily Post daily prompt: Cheat

Weekend Coffee Share 8/27/16

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you I can hardly believe it’s almost September. I’m looking forward to the arrival of autumn and its cooler weather. The photo above was taken in mid-July, and now the flowers have all dried up and wilted from the recent heat.

This week I’m hosting my daughter’s miniature long-haired dachshund, and he and my Chules are doing their best to keep the lawn watered. It’s a losing battle, but I’m keeping them well hydrated so they can fight the good fight.

If we were having coffee, we might be sitting on my deck in the back yard watching the squirrels as they harvest walnuts from my trees. Sometimes in the late afternoons, the squirrels are so busy in the trees it almost sounds like the crackling of a campfire. Fortunately, Chules is a live-and-let-live kind of dog, so the squirrels don’t have much to fear from him.

My cat Sebastian isn’t much of a hunter either. The few times I’ve seen him actually catch something, he seemed quite surprised and rather confused, not knowing what to do next, and I’ve managed to release the prey unharmed (though a bit damp) from his mouth and send it on its way.

I guess I’d better get started on the day now. I can’t let the squirrels show me up with their industriousness. Thanks for sharing my morning coffee with me. I hope the coming week goes well for you.


#WeekendCoffeeShare is hosted by Diana at parttimemonsterblog.com.

Canine Culpability

It’s National Dog Day. Let’s celebrate man’s best friend (and world’s worst actors).

 

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“I’m really sorry I did it. Really, really sorry. Um… which ‘it’ did you discover?”

 

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“I don’t know why the cat dug up the water sprinkler, but I scared him away just before you got here.”

 

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“There’s something stuck between my teeth? How embarrassing. Do you have a mirror?”

 

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Cat: “If stealth were a diet, you dogs would starve. Some day I’ll teach you the fine art of aloofness.”

Dog: “You’re a real pal, cat.”

Cat: “Let’s just keep that between you and me. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Discovery

discovery

I wanted to get away from it all, even though
I didn’t know what “it all” was exactly.
I just knew it wasn’t where I was,

and it wasn’t
sitting within the same walls and
looking out the same windows and
thinking the same thoughts and
falling into the same rutted patterns
of my daily existence.

I searched for someplace remote
but near civilization,
rustic
but with amenities,
in the wilderness
but not too wild…

and I found it:
a cabin
in the woods
in a forest
that I had thought only existed
in my dreams,

and it was
sitting on a porch
with my closest family members
looking at wildlife and tall trees and mountains in the distance,
thinking more expansively in the vastness of the forest,
falling into new patterns of peaceful companionship,

and while getting away from it all
I discovered that “it all”
is actually a matter of perspective and
is always
exactly where I am.


The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Designed for You
The Daily Post daily prompt: Learning

Weekend Coffee Share 8/20/16

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If we were having coffee… well, we wouldn’t be. Not yet. It’s barely light outside. I’m dog-sitting for my daughter and her sweet Bella seems to think my wake up time should be 3:00 a.m. It’s not.

Nonetheless, I gave up at 5 a.m. and here I sit, eyes half-mast, cold brew coffee not sitting well in my empty stomach, and plotting a very early nap. Like maybe as soon as I get the dogs fed.

I could go out in search of those golden hour photo ops I wrote about yesterday, but the morning sky is hazy today, and the only thing golden I see out the window is my parched lawn. I guess it’s more of a dark straw color, but “golden” makes it sound much more appealing. And almost intentional.

The postal delivery guy accidentally stuck my neighbor’s water bill in my mail box the other day, and when I took the bill over to the neighbor I joked that I guess I could have paid it for him. His response was, “You wouldn’t want to, I’ve been watering my lawn so much this month.”

Hmmm. Did I detect an unspoken “…and so should you,” clause at the end of that remark? Nah. My dead lawn just helps make his look that much greener. I’m actually doing him a favor. Maybe he should be paying my water bill.

It’s getting light outside now. I’d better go feed the dogs. Then I can take my nap. Who cares that it’s only 6:30 in the morning? Not I.


#WeekendCoffeeShare is hosted by Diana at Parttimemonsterblog.com.