Oh how we say time flies, but then there are those days that just seem to stay frozen in time. It was just about two years ago that I had to put my good friend down. I still feel a little lost without him. I miss his fierce protection of all under my roof. I miss his smell. Probably only true dog folks can follow that, but every dog I have owned had their own distinctive smell along with their own pedigree of personality:
Samantha (the sweetest), Pork Chop (the happiest), Midnight (a troubled black lab I could never quite follow), Clovis (the only dog we ever paid for, unconditionally the smartest and who was so tight with his pack) and then comes Grace (our blue-eyed deaf rescue found abandoned at a West Texas railroad station and who is now my only four-legged shadow).
I have loved each of them greatly and differently. Each one has brought me their lifetime of joy and buckets of tears upon leaving. Clovis was my poser dog. Whenever I got out my Nikon, he was quick to notice and quicker to upstage anyone and anything.
Since I lost Clovis, I have not, with any degree of seriousness, picked up a camera. He just took that out of me. I have tried to shoot at some images, but every time I pick up a camera I hear his tags a jingle, a bump on the leg wanting to know where he should pose. My heart goes adrift and the camera back in the backpack.
I am a sentimental old coot and damn but I miss them all and can pull up many a tearful memory. I have to ask, how can a dog steal my vision? Hey, if they can steal your heart, vision is pretty much a simple task.
Get busy living or get busy dying!…”Red”…aka S. King
Peace Out, jasL
“A friend is a gift you give yourself.”
Robert Louis Stevenson
monos en theos…†…jim
“Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”
― Georgia O’Keefe
At my previous home, my neighbor had a Rose of Sharon bush. It would cast a shadow of color ever so often but I never took the time to observe. Now I have one in my yard that screams at me in previously unseen colors every time I walk past.
I am taking the time to have a new friend!…†…monos en theos…….jim
“Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other’s company. Only a few love to be alone.” ~Jens Jensen, Siftings, 1939
Out here in the desert, trees grow few and far between, as do the people.
Find comfort in not being alone! en theos monos ††† jim
“God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.” ~John Muir
Out of the same plowed field near Coyanosa stands this old lone tree. A skeleton of it’s former self, but it greets me as a friend every time I stop to make it’s photograph. I fear with every passing that it will be plowed under or felled by natures course. I enjoy it everytime I pass and will miss it when it is gone.
enjoy the pleasure of old friends. en theos ††† jim
Christmas reminds us we are not alone. We are not unrelated atoms, jouncing and ricocheting amid aliens, but are a part of something, which holds and sustains us. As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December’s bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same. Christmas shows us the ties that bind us together, threads of love and caring, woven in the simplest and strongest way within the family. Donald E. Westlake
Enjoy your blessings, keep an eye out for your brightest star and follow that sucker……..en theos….jim
Stories still to be told, hugs, smiles yet to be given. Cherish them if you got em.
“Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.”
Hug one today. ††† en theos ††† jimwork