"Hear me, four quarters of the world - a relative I am!
Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds."
--Black Elk
12 Jan 2008 - a drop of water out of the ocean
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves. ~Tagore
Dear Diary,
I saw a herd of eight young does this morning. They were playing and goofing off as I passed them in a large field down around the corner from us. The cold front has arrived leaving a thick layer of ice across everything this morning. Very pretty and very cold. Well, I have finally given up the double dutch bus if you know what I mean. Too much melodrama for this hot mama.
I need to do some re-arranging in the bedroom. The bulky treadmill blocks the view of the window and no matter where I move it to it seems to be in the way. I have to use it but it is just so in the way in every single place that I put it in. It folds up into a space saver but the arms still protrude out like two feet so it doesn't really save all that much except floor space. And I want my view back.
I have started taking the two oldest dogs down with me to the creek a few times a week just for their exercise. I thought lead dog was going to poop out on me a few times because he would just lay down and want to sleep in the bushes instead of trying to walk back up the long hill. I need to find a place that accepts payment arrangements to have the other dog's leg amputated as the bone problem is getting worse and worse. It is $2,000 for dog chemo. She is already in a delicate condition being ten years old but I have whipped her back into shape in a few weeks time and now she is able to run right past us and lead dog like he was standing still whenever we go down that way with her. As it is I don't have the money for the chemo or amputation and all I can do is make her feel happy and joyful so she plays lots of ball and takes lots of walks. I saw her standing at the edge of the creek as if yearning for her youth of going right in and so I started throwing a stick for her in the edge of the water so she could get her feet and face wet a few times.
This thrilled her to death but got lead dog hot because he doesn't want some female getting all the toys, fun, or water so he waded out and lost his balance and started to swim off with the current and left her standing there on the edge of the bank barking at him like an old married woman yelling and laughing at her dimwit husband for falling in. Moments like that are too funny. I had almost forgotten when they were puppies I had my own dog soccer team. My ten years with them is like nothing but a drop of water out of the ocean to me and their whole lives. Animal lives are too short. They bond with our family then say goodbye all too soon. No funnier sight than the three of us groaning together as we make frequent stops getting back up the hill.
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