The Dolly Parton song “9 to 5" struck a chord when played on the radio today,
particularly the opening line “Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen”.
That’s what’s been happening every morning of late.
The poor hound isn’t even sure if I’ll make it to the kitchen intact.
With growling stomach she’s very aware her breakfast hangs in the balance.
As does her ramble.
Another line from “9 to 5"
“and yawn and stretch and try to come alive”
It’s the coming alive bit that’s the difficult part.
Yawning and stretching doesn’t always do it.
This morning though was different.
For the first time in almost a month there were NO time constraints.
No shop to open.
It was necessary.
We’ve caught up with some of our favourite hounds.
Had a chin wag with their humans.
Solved the worries of the world.
Oh yes ... if only.
Everyday someone somewhere loses a loved one.
My heart aches for their sadness.
Wouldn’t it be ideal if all could remember to walk lightly on this earth.
To live in peace and harmony.
To find the peace that lives in the silence.
To listen with an open mind when others speak.
In the words of the dalai lama though,
the nature of human thoughts and emotions is such
that the more you engage in them,
the more you consciously develop them
and the more powerful they become.
Inside all of that pain there has to be some good.
“Every day, every hour.
Turn the pain into power.
That’s how a Superhero learns to fly.”
~ The Script (Superheroes on ‘No sound without silence’)