Monday, June 22, 2009
laddie
I feel honored to be Laddie's mom--he is the most amazing dog! The "fostering" did not last long, because I fell madly in love after spending one day with the little mutt. He is petite and active, a cuddle bug, enjoys going on long runs, licks the cats, and loves spending time with other dogs. We are the perfect match, and he has added fulfillment to an already enriched life.
Friday, June 19, 2009
happy......
Accepting change, embracing life, and glorying in the beauty that surrounds my soul. Right now, at this very moment, I am the happiest I have ever been. Blessings fill my heart like spreading petunias in a basket well lit and watered. Instead of focusing on what is missing, I am surrounded by what is present, magnificent, and pure.
Often I wonder why I receive an abundance of blessings, when others suffer and face myriads of tribulations throughout their lives. There are times I feel unworthy of these blessings and much rather give them away to someone in need.
The purpose of my writing today is to remember this moment in time, and how ecstatically happy and peaceful I feel. I have a new addition to my family, Laddie, and want him to feel comfortable and loved. He has amazing godparents also, and without them, I would feel a sense of emptiness in my life. Not only is the sun shining through the windows, but the warmth is brightening my life.
Often I wonder why I receive an abundance of blessings, when others suffer and face myriads of tribulations throughout their lives. There are times I feel unworthy of these blessings and much rather give them away to someone in need.
The purpose of my writing today is to remember this moment in time, and how ecstatically happy and peaceful I feel. I have a new addition to my family, Laddie, and want him to feel comfortable and loved. He has amazing godparents also, and without them, I would feel a sense of emptiness in my life. Not only is the sun shining through the windows, but the warmth is brightening my life.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Unattached Runner
The bib reads unattached—
unspoken for numbers pinned across
light blue jerseys and race ready shorts.
No big box sponsors flashing logos
anticipating to sell more product,
and feeling physically fastened to swift legs.
Numbers moving across paved streets like gazelles
crossing the vastness of Africa in the heat
of summer, with only soft footprints
untraceable except for native inhabitants.
No pit stops, partners, or panic when following
pink and orange chalk marks guiding the way.
Only sounds of silence, swiftness, and steadiness—
breathing alone, and glorying in the still nights of summer.
unspoken for numbers pinned across
light blue jerseys and race ready shorts.
No big box sponsors flashing logos
anticipating to sell more product,
and feeling physically fastened to swift legs.
Numbers moving across paved streets like gazelles
crossing the vastness of Africa in the heat
of summer, with only soft footprints
untraceable except for native inhabitants.
No pit stops, partners, or panic when following
pink and orange chalk marks guiding the way.
Only sounds of silence, swiftness, and steadiness—
breathing alone, and glorying in the still nights of summer.
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