Floating dogs and funeral parlors have nothing to do with each other but as I sat writing my morning's journal entry this title came to mind. One brief news item was about two dogs that got themselves trapped on a chunk of ice. It was thought they would perish but the...
I have been here before and will be here again. Here is a mess of worry and sadness. I am watching a good friend die while watching his wife trying her best to find her way through the mess of it, the muddle of emotion, the weariness of wondering and wanting things to...
How quickly the months go. This morning I changed the calendars. Our February picture on the kitchen calendar reminded us of our dear friend Paul. The picture was of an open workshop door,and a man and his black dog in the yard. Every time I walked by and gazed at the...
Books get written very much like life is lived.Slow and steady, mundane and monumental, poetry and pain. Highs and lows, days that stand out and days that fade.Books are measured in words, paragraphs , pages and chapters and life in seconds, minutes, hours, days,...
A day without the woods is a day... There are days I don't get to walk or snowshoe. Some days I let the cold or icy conditions keep me inside. Some days my schedule does not allow it. Some days I have to leave home and attend to other things and I don't have the...
This morning as I gather my thoughts and begin my day my dogs come to mind. When I think of my own routine and the things I love about the predictability of my days my dogs are front and center in that. They are pretty predictable in their own habits and possibly...