![]() The Silence of the Little Things (2) Every morning I take my wee dog Peace out into the yard where he releases the night’s accumulation of water back into the earth. OK. Ya. He pees. Today his tiny friend Matilda was there with her grey/white yin/yang face. I crouched to greet her. With the silence of the little things she stood on her back feet and smelled my face her paw almost not touching my knee. The sweet force of her curiosity toppled me back and we laughed as Peace held the space and Matilda winked. originally written October 2015
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The Silence of the Little Things
When I was 12 a robin crashed into the cathedral glass knocking itself cold. I picked it up and placed it in a small box lined with soft. I put the box on the porch and watched. Soon revivified it blinked with shock tumbled and fluffed then settled in with the silence of the little things sourcing life’s energy from mystery calm and time. Later, with not even a split second’s notice or a small nod of thanks it stood and flew. originally written October 2015 |
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