Tails speak a thousand words.

"The sun never says to the earth, 

'You owe me.' 

Look what happens with a love like that. 

It lights up the whole sky."

~ One Sufi`s saying

The most favourite moment of my day is when the sun pokes it’s head 

over the horizon.

Even when it’s overcast with low grey clouds I KNOW the sun’s there.

Waking the world.

Adding sparkle to the waves.

Adding light to my day.

NO words are necessary.

Mother Nature says it all.

Morning AND evening.

No words are ever necessary with the hound either.

She understands my every mood without explanation

and commiserates in the only way she knows how.

Curled up at my feet or head in my lap, 

she exudes compassion.

Life is often less than perfect but she makes the imperfect moments more manageable.

Even rainy rambles are enhanced with her company.

Tuesday bought the kind of rain that infiltrates every fibre of a fabric despite how waterproof a garment’s deemed to be.

It’s the kind of rain the hound loves.

We were both SO wet by the time we reached the boat ramp

that it seemed pointless to NOT allow her to swim.

We even found a small ‘log’.

Her tail spoke a thousand words.

Happiness resonated from every pore.

She walked home on a high.

Soaking wet,  tail waving proudly in the air.

Prized piece of ‘log’ in her mouth.

Rain’s therapeutic.

It washes the soul clean

AND makes the hound SMILE.

What was it I said about life being LESS than perfect?

I think not.

“Whatever’s good for your soul .... do that.”

~ anon

Orcas in my bay on Tuesday morning .

Sleek ... wet ... alert.

   

Winter has FINALLY arrived! 

Our coldest morning of the year so far and it's a chilly 3 degrees.

Outside that is.  

Inside, and in my bed, is MUCH warmer.

Snuggling down under the duvet on a morning I don’t have to work is glorious.

We DID ramble slightly later this morning, not because of the weather though.

I had letters to post and parcels to send and the PO only opens at 8.30.

The hound WASN’T impressed.

The sun’s shining .... GLORIOUSLY.

The beach is calling .... LOUDLY.

The rain and wind is ... NON-EXISTENT.

Unlike this weekend when the wind took issue with my gazebo.

It tried to escape, the gazebo that is, and the middle lemming and I clung on for dear life as the wind whipped and whirled throughout the morning.

THIS morning everything felt different though.

After a hectic few days and serious sleep deprivation,

 I woke feeling right with the world

Feeling right with ME.

Having my head in a good space is seriously cool.

We drew messages in the sand,

shared an almond croissant and a caffeine fix

and cogitated on the sins of the world.

NOTHING is too much to handle on mornings like this.

It’s wicked sitting on the sand with the sun warming 

your face as the rest of the world goes about it’s busyness.

The hound and I can just BE

and we LOVE it.

I did some SERIOUS stalking of my Kingfisher family.

When you see the HIM and the HER together like this,

the differences are marked.

He fluffs himself up against the cold, keeping a beady eye on me.

She’s in hunt mode .... sleek .... wet .... alert.

Much like the hound where logs are concerned.

Moments like this NEED to be stored in my memory bank forever.

No words could EVER describe them adequately.

They just ARE.

HAPPY moments.  

It’s what I bring to life.

“The secret of change is to focus all your energy not on fighting the old, 

but on building the new.” 

~ Socrates

How I LOVE Fridays

Reality ISN’T black and white.  

Answers don’t always have to be a Yes or a No.  

If I don’t want to do anything today, I don’t have to!

(Courtesy of The Universe)

How I LOVE Fridays!

I choose NOTto ignore the strident tone of that early morning wake-up call,

 even though it’s  Friday.

The weatherman’s forecasting rain but my friend google has reliably informed me that early morning cloud coverage will be sparse.  

Perfect for greeting Mr. Sun as he starts his journey into my day.

There’s a spring in our step as we head out the door.

The hound’s tail is wagging nineteen to the dozen.  

She loves these early morning rambles almost as much as I do.

Friday’s are special.  

There are no time constraints.  

No deadlines to meet. 

Just the hound, the camera and me.

It’s my kind of heaven.

Pink-tinged cotton wool clouds announce the imminent arrival of the sun.

There’s a perceptible sense of stillness in the morning air. 

Raindrops glisten on every surface as we trot along the path beneath the trees.

Yes .... I trot too.

These morning moments are magical.

They imbue my day with a sense of calm and balance

all necessary for this emotional roller-coaster of a journey we’re on.

We met a Bandit on the beach today!

It would be foolish of us all, lemmings included, 

to not give cognisance to the emotions we feel about the situation we’re in.

They’re necessary.

Anger is necessary.

Pain and a sense of loss is necessary.

Compassion is necessary too.

They had their OWN little conversation ... he explained his point of view

Today though, I’m NOT letting them derail me.

I’m choosing to be IN this morning’s moments, warts and all.

.... and she told him where to get off!

I have hounds to meet and greet and balls to throw.

Then the feet-seeking missile arrived.

Even with everything that’s happening in my world, 

there are still moments that make me pause and smile.  

Let me NEVER lose the ability to see them.

“In any given moment we have two options: 

to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.” 

~ Abraham Maslow

It's been an absolutely glorious morning.