THE INJURED WOMAN AND THE ANGRY DOG


Because I have recently experienced more old “twinges” from injuries sustained in surviving a car-jacking/kidnapping/murder attempt some years ago,

Because I have recently been reminded of my “dog whispering” skills which I have never understood but always found available when I needed them,

Because I have recently been painfully reminded that not many other people understand neither of the above,

Because I have recently been painfully reminded that people often redirect their anger at their own self-perceived/self-assigned failings onto whoever is near whom they perceive as having greater skills than themselves, especially in the face of danger, I kept coming back to several versions of the following lines when attempting to complete a post for today:

OLD GRANNY TODDLED DOWN HER FRONT STEPS IN FRONT OF HER MORNING STRENGTH

OLD GRANNY SKIPPED AND SLIPPED HER TUNING WAY DOWN HER WOULD-BE DRIVEWAY

YOUNG DOGGIE, LITTLE DOGGIE BOTH DANCING AND JUMPING IN TEST OF MORNING’S LENGTH

YOUNG DOGGIE, LITTLE DOGGIE IN TURN LEADING THE SNIFF INTO COULD-BE BLYTHE-WAY

OLD GRANNY, YOUNG DOGGIE, LITTLE DOGGIE IN THREESOME ROUND THE BEND OF LIGHT

OLD GRANNY, YOUNG DOGGIE, LITTLE DOGGIE IN BANDS OF FULSOME HURL TO LEAVINGS

STRANGE DOGGIE, ANGRY DOGGIE, LARGE BRISTLING DOGGIE SHINING OUT IN MIGHT

STRANGE DOGGIE, ANGRY DOGGIE, LARGE BRISTLING DOGGIE TOOTHING CURL TO HEAVINGS.

OLD GRANNY SKIPPING AND SLIPPING CALM FINGER TO WAVE A DANCE, A SLOW DANCE,

OLD GRANNY CALM FINGERING TENDER CRUMBLIES IN ACROBATICS OF SOOTHE

ANGRY DOGGIE IN SETTLING BRISTLES WEAVING BACK TO SEEK SOFTER GROUND

ANGRY DOGGIE IN SMOOTHING THROAT BUBBLES ROLLING DOWN INTO A SMOOTH

NOW NEIGHBOR, WATCHER, AND ALL, HUFFING BEHIND HIS SAFEHOUSE

NOW NEIGHBOR, WATCHER, AND ALL, STUFFING WORDS LIKE A MOUSE

NOW NEIGHBOR, WATCHER, AND ALL, CUFFING A PHONE LINE TO PRY

NOW GRANNY, WATCHER, AND ALL, CHUFFING COFFEEDROPS IN SLY.

May there always be a jig danced, and seen, on your every pathway!

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SIXTH WEEK MONDAY: LIE DOWN WITH DOGS, LEAVE THEM WITH YOUR WHITE HAIR


After a wonderfully restorative autumn weekend with no in-laws and my dogs and cat and extra time given to extra, unplanned rambles in the fields and woods, I write:

IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH

      CLEAN DOGS

YOU WILL GET UP TONGUE-BATHED

      FOR THE PARTY

READY TO CELEBRATE

     YOUR BAPTISM

INTO THE FAITH SHARED

     BETWEEN DOG-LOVER

AND HUMAN-LOVER

     THAT MAMMALIAN HEARTS

ARE WARMED BY TOUCH AND LIGHT

     WHERE A NEW FIRE IN THE

JOINED SOULS GIVES JUST ENOUGH

      GLOW TO SHOW

THE WAY TO COMFORT.

I also pondered:

LAST OF THE SUN GLOWING

      BACK OF THE TALL ORANGEY TREE

CLAIMING THE HIGH SPOT BACKING

     INTO THE WATER IN THE LOWSPOT

LOOKING SOMEHOW BRIGHTER

    FOR BEING UNEXPECTED WHERE WE LINGER.

On yet another self-indulging stroll:

 

SUNSETTING AUTUMN FLOCKS

      SHUTTLING HOME ON

AIR HIGHER AND HIGHER

      WAVING FAR ABOVE

THE EVER-COOLING DOWNDRAFT

      SWEEPS THAT MIGHT

FIX THEM UPON A HIGH-MINDED BRANCH

      BUT NOT THE WOOD OF HOME.

I was nudged by these outings to ruminate on those not so blessed as I to just GO OUT, WALK, DROP THE WHITE HAIRS LIKE CRUMBS.  Here are some musings:

WE NEVER KNOW WHO IS LONELY UNTIL WE SEEK THEM OUT.

LIVING RIGHTEOUSLY WILL PINCH THOSE WHO SEEK THE DARK, CAUSING THEM TO SHRIEK IN THE MARKETPLACES AGAINST YOU!

YOU WHO ARE ABUSED MUST BECOME THE HEALER POURING THE OIL ON STORMY WATERS OF THE ANGER BOILING OUT OF THE VENTS AND GUTTERS, DRAINING FROM THE ROOFTOPS, UPON ALL WHO MUST ENTER THE MARKETPLACES.

WHY CANNOT THE TALL BACKLIT ORANGE LEAVES, BEING LAST TO HOLD THE SUN’S KISS, FLUTTER JUST A LITTLE  MORE, A LITTLE LOWER TO CARESS MY BROW’S CRINKLE AND DEPOSIT THOSE DESIRED GOLDEN NUGGETS OF FORBEARANCE AT THE NIGHTFALL ENTRY TO MY OWN DOORWAY?    THEN WOULD BE LAID DOWN A GILDING CARPET OVER THE REJOININGS OF THE CRACKS IN THE HEARTSTRINGS TO KNIT A BINDING OVER THE HASTY WORDS AND HALTING STEPS AT NIGHTPAIRING?

WAKING UP TODAY WITH DOGS AND COFFEE, A SCHOOLBUS GOING BY TOO FAST, RUMBLING THE STOMACHS, FINALLY TILTING TO THE VERTICAL THOUGHTS SENT UP AND AWAY FROM THE ANCIENT SELFSTUDY RUMBLING THE SOUL AND OUTWARDS TOWARDS LIFE ITSELF FOR THE HEARTSTRINGS:  A SMALL CONNECTIONS TO A BIRD OR NEIGHBOR!

 

Truly, I am very grateful to have dogs and leaves on which to shed unwanted hairs from my thinking!

 

     

 

FOURTH WEEK SATURDAY: SIXTH MINIPOST,MINIRHYTHMS OF QUIET


First, allow me to correct yesterday’s post listing other websites I follow/like/blog on:

Besides http://hahousewife.wordpress.com, I also am “hooked up” with:

http://aboutzen.wordpress.com  (who has a very popular post called “Whispering Trees”)

and

http://talkingleaves.wordpress.com (which has a lot to do with listing to nature)

I am celebrating today the following:

1)sunrise on frost

2)early birds in my pathways

3)my dogs teaching me so many benefits of quiet walking

4)all of the above sharpening my creative focus and almost pre-selecting my words for me

All of the above are so nourishing for my soul that I am renewed constantly as I write, even when editing and being interrupted with the detritus left over from a day of pushing all that “busy-stuff” onto the back burner of my life!

Hooray for quiet spirits gathering all around me.  Thank you, one and all!

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