Talking to Grief by Denise Levertov

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don't know you've been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider
my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.
~ Denise Levertov

The Universe broke when you left. I felt it crack. No one else seemed to notice.

"Every easy mile is sending a message to your body: We're preparing for something bigger." ~ Karen's Running

You Are Still Here

You didn't make it to the end of my story
But I still keep the corner folded on your page
The chapter we wrote together still lives in my heart
~ Clara N.

 

Drop it.

"Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time. A little time." ~ River Song

Miika. Miss you so. Especially today. I will carry you in my heart forever, precious gentle soul.

May all dogs be loved.

"There are versions of me that only exist because I was, and still am, loved by them."
~ Laducb

Buckin' Hell 50K

A good day on Mount Seymour.

So how was it ... your life without me?

Dream of Flying ~ Brian Crain

Herons

You arrived in March.
6 or 8 of you?
Settled in the trees around the pond,
Around Lilium's spot no less!!
(Is that a coincidence?)
So much busy-ness.
So many flights, this way, that way, swooping, soaring.
Gathering branches, building nests.
A rookery.
In time, the chicks arrived.
Wonderful watching them grow.
So noisy at feeding time.
So much Life. Realized Potential. Hope.
Fast forward to August, and you're gone.
It's as quite as before.
No sign you were here except the empty nests
and shrubs dappled white.
May you thrive.

Forest Bird Song

Pair of fledgling crows
Siblings?
Sleeping peacefully under the oak
Streaks of blue, silver underwing
May your spirits soar

Who mourns the creatures that die quietly alone on the forest floor?

That time herding ducks. May you thrive.

So many little streams.
Carving canyons through me.

The weather within me,
And the weather without.
It's all weather.

Practice presence.
Make presence an intention.
What part of you brings you back?

All journeys end.
Use that as your canvas.