poetry

Yesterday I told you about my ways to keep the inspiration flowing in February. So far, so good.

Three Mary Oliver books from the library are also helping.

We're coming up on the the March 1 anniversary of Belly's passing. The grief is mounting as I remember her struggles to even walk outside in the second half of winter. She died just before we saw the grass again.

And with the sadness, also so many great memories, smiles, tears of connection.

Here's a smile about a dog named Percy courtesy of the wonderful Mary Oliver in Red Bird.

Percy and Books (Eight)

Percy does not like it when I read a book.

He puts his face over the top of it and moans.

He rolls his eyes, sometimes he sneezes.

The sun is up, he says, and the wind is down.

The tide is out and the neighbor's dogs are playing.

But Percy, I say. Ideas! The elegance of language!

The insights, the funniness, the beautiful stories

that rise and fall and turn into strength, or courage.

Books? says Percy. I ate one once, and it was enough.

Let's go.

So, you see, with the advent of February, I also am hoping to give you a daily dose. A lift, a glimpse, a glimmer of what connects us. Maybe I'll even see you tomorrow. :)

Comments

[Mark]

I like it when you show up here more often.

[macky/mom]

we'll light a candle for Belly and remember her with much love and be glad you were here with us at her passing

[Rachel Farber]

Thanks! Your comments keep me reinspired!