When tufts of silver mask my brow And unsteadily I stray, When clouded veils through which I see Cause me to hesitate, When through the door you enter And soundly I still sleep, Know your presence comforts me. Just be…just be. When on timbered trails we wander And I beckon you to stall, When up … Continue reading Just Be
Turpentine and sawdust, the two scents ever present in his workshop and in my memory. I recall the times I sat upon the sawhorse watching my father create. A carpenter and an artist immersed in visions imprinted in his mind or possibly his soul. He worked in solitude and with intention. Continue reading Turpentine and Sawdust
A home Is built of its inhabitants, Necessary timbers Whether green or splintered. Each passing Welcomes the enemy of change; Mourning the spirit who has passed And a home that will never be again. I hesitate to write Because doing so makes it real. Mack’s spirit of shameless exuberance Has come…and gone. Gone… The penetrating … Continue reading Timbers
An earthy scent weighs in the air; Nestlings hover close. Up-turned leaves, Darkened skies. A time we treasure most. Distantly the rumble lulls Us deeper in her spell. The lightning’s flash, It’s boom and crash. Storm’s distance it does tell. Raindrops spatter, Then pound and splatter, Storm weeps and bids farewell. Continue reading Storm’s Pass
On our walk today, I couldn’t help but notice Seraphina’s bliss – no time limit, no place to go in particular, no rules really. Mostly, we strolled and stopped, strolled and stopped with her nose buried in crisp leaves and drainage pipes along the way. I was fascinated in recognizing that she knew more about … Continue reading Seeing with Different Eyes
Looking in the mirror, I recognize my father. My family may argue that I’m like my mother when I talk to everyone and anyone around me, go to all ends to win a game, or threaten to suck up items left in my path when I actually do vacuum. But if it were put to … Continue reading 10 Traits Inherited from My Father
Even for the best intentioned, it’s easy to forget that pets have wants, opinions, and oppositions as we habitually make decisions for them. We decide when and what they eat, when they go out and come back in, where they sleep, where they travel, how and when they exercise, and with whom and how often … Continue reading On Choice, Fulfillment, & Liberty: Enabling Enrichment in the Lives of Our Pets
