Weekend Coffee Share 6/4/16

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you I am worried about my dog. He hasn’t been well the past few days; lethargic, eating grass (to ease his tummy, I think), and vomiting his food on a few occasions.

Okay, maybe that’s not suitable conversation over coffee. But it’s what’s on my mind.

I grew up in an environment where cats and dogs were primarily consigned to the outdoors. Cats were mousers and dogs were watchdogs. I didn’t understand people’s close relationships with their pets. Something happens to your dog or cat? Okay, feel bad, but then get over it. It’s not like it’s your child or something.

Now I realize that any relationship we hold is a valuable part of who we are. Of course I care more about my children than I do my pets – and I certainly hope all parents would feel that way – but that doesn’t alter the relationship I have with my pets.

You know that phrase “it’s all relative”… not true, in my opinion. If something happens to your pet, if a baby bird falls out of its nest, if the centuries-old tree down the block is cut down… it can all matter to you, if you are in relationship with it.

So baby birds fall out of nests all the time. It’s part of nature. And it’s not like an endangered silverback gorilla being shot and killed in a zoo (which happened in Cincinnati this week). No, it’s not the same. But it’s also not relative. I can care about both.

I can care a heck of a lot more about the gorilla than the bird. And I can care a heck of a lot more about the safety of the boy who was believed to be in danger in the gorilla enclosure. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about a bird.

Caring about a bird or a pet does not take away from caring about any other living being. I can hug a tree and still care very, very much about world hunger and poverty and child abuse and war.

We obviously have priorities, and appropriately so. It’s all interrelated, but it’s not all relative.

Dang, here I go off on another rant during our coffee date. You’re going to dread coming over. I’ll stop now.

It’s supposed to get up to 100 degrees (F) today, something we’re not accustomed to here in the Pacific Northwest. I’m going to keep an eye on my listless little guy, and try to keep us both cool. I’ve got lots of yard work to do, but I’ll work on indoor projects and stay out of the heat as best I can.

I hope your weekend goes well. Thanks for stopping by.


Thank you Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.

Entangled

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Dear Morning Glory:

Despite the beauty of your blossoms,
in your determined quest to reach the sun
you appear to be strangling my currant bush.

While I find both you and the currant bush
aesthetically pleasing, I unfortunately
need to sacrifice one  to spare the other.

mg3

Contrary to your innocent appearance,
I know you to be quite ruthless in your
climb to the top, and it seems to matter not
whom you strangle in the process.

Please consider this letter to be
your eviction notice. You must
cease and desist from wrapping your tendrils
around the stems of the currant resident.

mg2

In order to facilitate your departure,
I am uprooting you from the ground.
While I hope this resolves our conflict,
I suspect you will try to make a comeback.

Be warned:
I will be diligent in
policing my grounds.

Sincerely,
The Keeper of the Pruning Shears


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Spare

Chance Encounter

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We met one morning, you and I.
You stood stock-still and watched me
with fear, I think.
Curious, I stood-stock still
so as not to scare you away.

Had you been older
(and less enchanting),
our encounter might have gone
quite differently.

If you felt cornered
you’d bare your teeth,
and hiss a warning
for me to stay away.

You may have tried the ploy
of playing possum,
flat on your side, stiff and unmoving,
eyes closed in mock death.

I might have poked you with a stick,
testing your resolve to continue
this risky gambit.
It would be a long stick and a soft poke,
lest you chose to resurrect.

But as it was, we simply met,
assessed our respective threats,
and finding none, we parted ways.

Should we meet again,
I’ll hold no kind sentiment.
You will sense no familiarity.

Despite our chance encounter,
your innocence and my curiosity,
we are not – and never shall be –
kindred souls.


Discover Challenge: Chance Encounter

Forgive Us, Mother

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Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.

~ Evo Morales

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… for we have sinned.


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Earth