A Typical Exchange

Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.

Me:     “What is it, Boy?”

Knox: “Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park.”

Me:     “Not right now, Buddy.”

Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.”

Me:     “It’s not all about you, my friend.”

Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper,  But, whimper, whimper, whimper,  it should be.”

Me:     “Give me a break.”

Knox: “Woof. That’s my point. Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park. Break, Break, Break.”

Me:    “Not now. Not now. Not Now.”

Knox: (Deep sigh. Shakes head. Lies down. Soft moan. “When will she ever learn? When?”







Knox And The Crow

Knox watched and listened

to the scolding crow,

then glancing at the birdseed,

he wagged his tail,

shook his head.

” I don’t even like that stuff,” he said.



For Joe and Kamala

untangling the web

May you have courage and strength,

because you will need it.

May you have energy and good health,

because you will need it.

May your spouses be strong

because you will need them to be.

May your advisors tell you the truth,

not what they think you want to hear.

May you listen to all sides

before making decisions.

May you work well together

and respect each other.

May you form good relationships

on both sides of the aisle.

May you reunite this country

because you will have to.

May you surpass your own expectations

because the future of our country is in your hands.

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Carpe Diem

Let us begin now,

while we have the chance,

to build a more perfect union.

Let’s set aside small differences

and when the differences are large,

let’s find a way to bridge them civilly,

remembering each and every one of us

wants to matter and each and every one of us

does matter. May we find the will to make a way.


This is Eclipse…she makes everybody happy

From Purpleraysblog – a dog with real initiative


This is Eclipse. Every day she leaves her house, by herself, and takes the bus downtown to the dog park where she spends a couple of hours getting exercise and making friends, and then she takes the bus back home again. She even has her own bus pass attached to the collar.

It started when her owner, Jeff Young, was taking too long when the bus arrived, so she impatiently ran ahead and got on the bus by herself. The bus driver recognized her and dropped her off at the dog park, and later Jeff caught up with her. After several more trips by herself, Jeff started letting her go on her own, and she always comes back home a couple of hours later.

All of the bus drivers know her and she makes them smile, and many of the regular passengers enjoy seeing her every day and will often…

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The patience of ordinary things.

Thought you would enjoy this poem by Pat Schneider posted at purplerays.wordpress.com


It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

“The Patience of Ordinary Things” by Pat Schneider
Art: Tori Avey

Text and image source: _/_Peggy @ ECUMENICUS https://www.facebook.com/326734894393/posts/10158650195879394/

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From nothing and everything we come.

To nothing and everything we return.




I wanted to share this post from SEW1960 with you. She captures so well the complexity surrounding ” hurt”.


I hurt

like baby hurt

as in

I need mother’s milk,

Daddy’s shoulder.

The rest of the world

looks at me,


Can someone shut up that baby

or toddler?

I am the little girl

weeping in the closet

because I couldn’t tie my shoes

or lock the door.

I hold it all in

like everyone told me to do.

There are more important things

to weep about.

Have you not learned your lesson,

baby girl?

Learn what hurt means.

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