Hunters Blog

     Anny felt so free when she began running toward the ocean.  Hunter almost tripped over a rock trying to catch up with her.  Mack was already there playing with Anny in the water.  Anny liked Mack's soft touch.  She saw a bird and began running.  She loved her wet body and the motion of running.  Then she saw another dog and began barking.

welcome night

i'm in flight

welcome night

all is know yet unknown

i am born not in fear

i shed the last tear

the movement is all

the rainbow is round

i'm reaching the old city

welcome night

where there is no leftover pity

nature is all

i've answered the test

who knows the rest? 

 

     Anny was so happy to be with Hunter again.  She jumped into her arms and kissed her on the face.   They saw Macklin, Hunter's grandson, down the street and Anny ran after him.  Hunter ran to them and watched Mack grab Anny's leash because cars were whizzing  by.   "Mack,"  Hunter said, "that was great of you to keep Anny out of the street.  That's what I taught your older brother and sister."

     "Let's take Anny to the beach," Mack said loudly.

     Anny has to get her long soft hair cut.  She is not happy being left.  Maybe someone will attack her like her brother did.  She will had to jump and fight.  She loves the cool  grass and eating slowly, tasting her food.  Will she be able to eat?  Why is Hunter leaving?  Now she is in a new world.  Every one looks at her and little people make funny squeels; she is not afraid of that.  She has to take care of Hunter and the rest of the family.  She hears a bang.  She is put in a cage.  Hunter is gone.

 

     Day canbe miraculous if i experience second by second and let fear wash away.  Light is so inviting and surprising as each second flows by. 

 

     Today I held my large soft poodle and loved the second.  She kissed me as we do several times a day and I was reminded of the handsome older man who came to my door last week dressed in a diaper and thongs.  Anny jumped up and kissed him until he remembered his name and we took him back to his assisted living house nearby.  Anny and I have visited with him since because he has no family nearby.  Anny jumped up and kissed him when she saw him and they experienced a long embrace.

 

it wasn't all me who saved my life

nor was it any named savior known

pine tree gave me fragrant cone

one more hour in sight's red flower

sun's  gold was everywhere

they sang a song and lit a fire

i joined others who rose from dusk,

bit blood in its center, its time

it wasn't all me who saved my life

became a knife, without destruction, will, or wife.

 

                                                      for my late great uncle Dr. Eugene Wood shot by a patient's husband

 

 

 

     My poodle Anny whose picture appears later in my blog kisses me on the mouth.  She barked and told me her queensland, wolf, shephard, doberman-mut  of a brother, ruined her favorite toy.  She barked alot while it was happening, but I was too busy to notice.  She sings, saunters, sways, swears yet sometimes I don't notice.  Her deep brown eyes tell me everything about love.  She kisses her dog brother now and cleans his ears--such opposites!  She forgives and forgets.  The second is all. 

 

 

coming late

to soft dogs

miracle grey night

yellow trees

beloved homies

this is

enough

 

                             Fall

 

     Almost every day at three o'clock she would feel depressed, sometime the depression would last for days. Sometimes just for hours. As an older adult, she began to discover the reason.

     Rachel sat at a meditation twelve step group and spoke after the usual fifteen minute meditation.  "I'm Rachel."

     "Hi, Rachel."

     "I found out something about myself today and all of you helped me.  It hurts inside even to think about it, but three o'clock in the afternoon is my worst time of day.  When I was thirteen, I fell off a cliff...."

 

     Rachel remembered running her fingers through Peggy's soft black hair.  How they

loved to play and laugh together.  Peggy didn't talk much, but she loved to read and run.  A funny combination, but Peg would throw down her book in the park and dare Rachel to race her. Rachel even won a city race once from the practice she got from 

running with Peggy, and Peggy would usually win.

     "Ha, ha, ha, haha, ha," Peggy would yell.

     They grew up together, protected each other.  Their most difficult period was when they were in the fourth grade and had a nasty bitch of a teacher named Miss Cole.  Miss Cole would punish Peg for reading during other subjects.  "My head hurts," Peggy would

say "I'm trying to take my mind off the pain."

     "Go to the principal right now," Cole said.

     "No," Rachel said "she should go to the nurse."

     "I said, go to the principal."

     Peggy would go obediently to the principal, and Rachel would follow her defying

 

Cole, but Peggy would never admit that her head hurt and the pain would come and go.

     That was the last part of the fourth grade and it was not until the first part of the sixth grade that they received the call.

     "Hello," her brother Josh said.

     "Hello, this is Peggy's father.  I'm sorry to tell you, Rachel that Peggy died when she was being operated on for a brain tumor." 

     "Oh, no!" Josh said.

     Rachel and Josh had a similar low voice and Peggy's father mistook their voices.  Rachel felt a falling feeling she had never felt before, like a deep sharp wound.