Following the disappearing sun,
darkness slowly crept
across the horizon
and was soon joined
by a scattering of stars
and a pale crescent moon
softly wishing us a good night.
JDG
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Dog Days
Thought for the Week
Lily, a six-year-old Great Dane, had lost both of her eyes due to a rare medical condition. She’d also lost the will to live. Until one day another Great Dane named Maddison came into her life. Maddison began “walking” Lily every day, guiding her with gentle but firm nudges, insisting she keep going. Lily’s depression was soon displaced by an unbreakable bond of friendship with Maddison. Now neither will go anywhere without the other.
You know that thingabout dogs being loyal best friends and all that? Well, it’s true. Maybe they should set up “human obedience schools” to teach us how to givelike Maddison and gratefully receivelikeLily.
Happy Dog Days!
Meanwhile
Sitting here waiting –
For the beginning
or for the end?
I do not know.
Meanwhile,
I have this moment.
Let me settle in.
JDG
Red And Blue
One red bird and one
blue bird share the same platform
and peacefully dine,
a feat much yearned for by some
of the red and blue humankind.
JDG
Today’s Quote
A Timely Quote Reblogged From Soul Gathering
On The Other Side
Big black ant
crosses gravel road.
I hope he finds
what he’s looking for.
JDG
Winning Washout
Wanted to share this post my son and I wrote on Mondo Sedoka.
A washed out eclipse,
none the less, provides a chance
to capture dynamic clouds.
~
Even though you did
not get what you were looking
for, look what you got!
Earthshine Moonglow
Thought you might enjoy this poem jointly written by my son and I on Mondosedoka.
Tonight’s crescent moon
held its full self in its arms
as the clouds whispered goodnight.
~
When our shadow basks
in our own, reflected glow
we remember we exist.
Doesn’t Everyone?
Sometimes I ache.
It’s part of being me.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I fear
that which I can not control.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes my pain and fear
drive me to unwise actions.
Doesn’t everyone’s?
Sometimes I regret
the consequences of those acts.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I hope
I can be a better soul.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I pray
for a divine guiding hand.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I love.
Doesn’t everyone?
Doesn’t everyone?
The Flow Of Time
Three generations
sit by the pond, each with their
own reflections. Times
change, reflections differ, but
the welcoming pond’s the same.
JDG
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