Saturday, September 28, 2013


“Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.” 

― Robert Browning

Friday, September 20, 2013


Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sunday, September 8, 2013

gift from the sea

they gaze up at me
from a blue ceramic sea,
knowing their power

Thursday, September 5, 2013

love, love, love.

It's been a rough week. We found out that Lady, our 13-yr-old basenji, has early kidney failure (as well as some chronic lung problems caused by old age.) The vet put her on a special diet and said she can live months to years. I'll take years, please! (She has no symptoms of kidney problems yet - the failure was caught in routine blood work during her check-up.) So we've been giving her lots of extra love. 

When one is mostly housebound due to chronic illness, as I am, the companionship of a beloved pet becomes extra valued. Lady is such a good friend - she comforts me and makes me laugh every day. Now it's my turn to return the favor. 

Here's a favorite Mary Oliver poem, about her dog Percy, to sum things up:

I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life
Mary Oliver

Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.