Sun rising over a vast horizon. Freshly washed blackberries on the prickly vine. Mud puddles fit for a fine pair of Goddess-sent galoshes. A lovely young girl and her puppy. Firefly found in shock on the pavement. Nature's gifts sent unto me, upon this fine September morn. A happier face ... no winged Angel could have worn!
A Daddy and a Daughter - furry mates forever; loudly bark from the back of an old beat-up truck. "I am going to get a real life!", I exclaim aloud, before I follow the lead ... May the universe be made fully aware: "Siberian Huskies don't bark". That's what Pappa Human told me, as we discussed his Bear-like furry friends. All I know is that we all need to be where we are most happy. I 'd sure be a heck of a lot happier, being found, where I am not hiding a dog's inborn howl!
I have been a city girl for close to a sensory numbing 3 decades! Yet, my northern roots still call out to blessed me. Every time I walk in sweet splendour of the wild outdoors, I am faithfully reminded of what I pretend so well that I don't miss. It is my total devotion to my son, that has brought back all that vivid imagery ... Wanting the best for this sacred soul. Knowing he needs a four-legged creature to confide in and care for. Unconditional love to carefully guide him. Thus, I begin to remember the little gal who still lives locked inside of me ...
Every day I ensure my son gets his daily allotment of fresh air, natural light , and the faithful outdoors. So many friends ... Playtime for hours. Yet, do I offer myself the same? When was the last time I jumped in the seemingly clear wetness of a puddle I could easily jump across? Why were the last puppies I witnessed; shortly after their birth ... viewed from a distance, even as a wee girl of 8 or 9? Where has my innocence gone? A blueberry still tastes like my #1 song. Yet, how often do I really sing?
A celebration is how I choose to live my life. A raindrop is conscious cause for a huge commotion. Thunder is a welcoming explosion; as confirmed by my son's recent to full moon, groans and moans of awe. The rainbow I walked under the other early eve, still sits in my mind's face, as room for re-union with my smiley place. Some men may attempt to walk on water. I shall keep my emptied head in the fluffy clouds and my moistened feet firmly planted. As long and forever as seeds of expression can keep my world from depression, I shall keep sowing. And, my beyond well meant love-sent words ... may they keep WOWING ....!!!!
Inspired and Desiring,
Katherine
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