Hopes

I am sending you a subliminal message,

cookies in bed, give cookies in bed.

Did you receive it?

Dog Psalm #41

Hope is the delicate arch of color 

that reaches through the darkness.

Valentine

Be Mine 
xox

Dog Psalm 16: Three Wise Women

 

A great wind began to blow and howl.

The night was ink black with one piercing star lighting the way.

The three wise women knew it was time to begin a long journey 

 towards a great unknown. They ventured forth on faith.

They knew they had arrived at their destination when they discovered

the seed babe resting on a birch bark blanket.

Behold. The savior has arrived.

He reaches out for us to tell us

he needs us and to remind us we need him.

I thought he arrived in December.  But it seems he can arrive at anytime.

Has anybody seen

...my cousin, TatteredTail?

I thought I just saw him in here.

I Did, Squirrely.

He was involved in an unfortunate glue gun accident.

He should make a full recovery. 
I saw him resting on the window sill.

- Thanks, Owl. I'll scamper on over.

Dog Psalm 15: The power of Myth

WONDERING

How could a mouse carry that enormous

4 armed

man-elephant-deity

Ganesh?

He's hardly 4 inches tall.

He's remarkably sturdy even without feet

but still...

How is it possible? How can I believe?

  

OH! He's a God in his own right,

an agent of transformation.

 

That's why he wears the fancy coat

and always brings something to offer.

He does smell sacred.

Hope

 

I hope that lovely cement labrador fills his basket up with

biscuits and raw hides for Halloween.

Conversations with Trees

Every morning and night
I take a walk and talk with trees.
Over the past few weeks my conversation partners
have become fewer and fewer.
The bulk of many of my multi-ringed friends is now
waiting on the wood pile or pulp pile to do their next transformative service.







The dear "barber tree" by Gladys' children's park
tries to keep everyone's spirits up
by sprouting leaves even as part of her top rests by her side.
She said she knew this was coming.
She said they said she had rot and there was fear of disease.
She hopes because of her efforts they will let her stump, some part of her, stay.



She wants to remain a confidant and pillar of the community;
imagines she could be a toddler table worthy of their demands and efforts
or a handy stool for a child's devoted, beloved guardian;
paper on which someone learns to write
and in turn learns about the right to be.

Some lovely someone
celebrated one of the mighty Tabor Trees
with this beautiful garden.





So many shade giving friends
are no longer smiling down at us.

Yet, their rooty, remembering faces
keep watch of us now from the ground.



Looking up with recognition, wisdom, questions, hope

There are many young trees here too.
A century ago a woman who loved
left an endowment
to ensure the grove would grow.
Old trees would be nursed and taken care,
young trees would be planted and nurtured.
It remains hard to say goodbye to dear old friends
and it takes time to make new ones.



But there are new friends to make.
I am grateful to that woman
and for this place.

Sunday Dog Psalm #5

Providence
is a place and a conjured sensibility.

The air smells of life and the sea
of change and fortitude



the clouds express and redeem

as we walk along Hope Street and turn right on to Benefit.
Grateful for reminders to just be here now, fully.