No need to honor my motherly love. Indeed, the honor is mine.
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Pink
“Is he part Shar-Pei?” she asks. She hands my latte out the drive-through window. “All those wrinkles!”
Bella glares from the passenger seat, indignant at being mistaken for a male, let alone a Shar-Pei. Look at the pink collar, for Chrissake!
“No, she’s just a worrier, so her forehead wrinkles. Part boxer, part lab.” Part opportunist, waiting for me to set my drink in the cup holder between us.
A pink collar doesn’t necessarily indicate gender, I tell Bella as we drive away.
I know of a male dog named Pink. He’s black. He wears a pink collar. His owner, holding onto Pink’s pink leash, spoke of a prior pet dying of cancer. This is his tribute to the deceased pet. Pink doesn’t seem to care what color his collar and leash are. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. And he’s not a worrier like Bella.
I’m not going to worry either, I decide. I don’t want to get worry wrinkles on my forehead, lest someone mistakes me for a Shar-Pei and tries to collar me.
Bella is skeptical that that would ever happen. Her wrinkles unfold a bit as she stretches to lick the foam off the lid to my latte. You should worry, though, she tells me. After all, you think you’re conversing with a dog.
And next time? Ask for non-fat. My collar is getting a bit tight and I need to watch my figure.
Shar-Pei indeed!
If Only
If I only had wings, I tell myself longingly, I could explore so many new places, savor so many new sights, immerse myself in so many new adventures. Yes, I muse, sighing as I sink further into the soft cushions of the well-worn couch, propping my perfectly functional feet onto the matching well-worn ottoman. If I only had wings...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion
Mother Earth
She came into Being whole and flawless, yet we tried to perfect Perfection as if we somehow knew better than God. Sadly, we were mistaken.
Rain Falls
It’s two a.m. and the bars have evicted the last of the revelers. Rain falls onto the deserted street and rolls into the gutter. In a scant few hours, as passersby begin to stare, he will pick himself up and move on.
Zen Garden
Tall vertical stones with their leaning rock consorts float within a sea of white sand and gravel raked to perfection into rippling waves in a contrastingly calm, even plane. This little garden, an oasis of zen energy, unassuming and nonsanctimonious, helps keep me afloat when I find myself tossed by waves of undisciplined thought, reminding me that I - like the garden - am an amalgam, not of sand and gravel and rock, but of body, mind and spirit; and that I, too, am perfectly patterned for my own even plane of unassuming and nonsanctimonious existence.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat
Haiku Five ~ Sentinel
trees stand sentinel safekeeping the barracks of soldiers long since gone
Focus on Blur
It would appear that –
in this moment –
mindfulness is a prominent focus.
Stop and smell the roses…
live life in the now…
But sometimes
maybe it’s okay to
release the brakes, and
let life come at you
in a glorious full-tilt blur.
Mindfully, of course.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur
Daily Triumph
Triumph - noun 1. the act, fact, or condition of being victorious or triumphant; victory; conquest. 2. a significant success or noteworthy achievement; instance or occasion of victory.
Sometimes a triumph is feted with a fanfare of blaring trumpets, a clamorous parade, and perhaps even a flaunting display of the coveted “spoils of war.” And sometimes... it is met with a soft sigh as the coolness of evening settles in, and one can rest in the knowing that they have survived - nay, triumphed over - yet another day.
Photo #20 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: triumph.
Young Minds
What do you see when you gaze at me with those trusting new eyes? Who do you believe me to be? Who do you believe you are to me? Or does it even matter? Perhaps we are both the same entity. You have so much to explore and discover and learn. I have so much to share and recount and unlearn. We can teach one another life lessons along the way. We will both grow older but there is no rush. You’ll learn to walk, then to run, then to soar. I’ll learn to slow down, and to breathe more deeply. I’ll learn to notice more details and to be more appreciative, even of the little things. When you close those curious new eyes at night, where do you think I have gone? Where do you go in that fresh young mind? Maybe you are already walking, running and soaring. I’m already slowing down and breathing more deeply, and appreciating life more. Especially the little things… like you.
Photo #10 for Blogging U’s Photography 101 course. Subject: mystery.
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