Hunters Blog

Birds  keep shooting across my path in early dawn

Flying in flocks like falling stars, then fluttering, gliding

Scavenging, soon soaring, coming unexpectedly,

Singing, spinning wings, emerging from dark skies,

Finally blinding so I don't miss them.

Morning quickly passes.

I looked into my dog's brown eyes, noticed her tall beautiful, graceful dark white body and I felt complete joy. Although she is ten years old, I have never looked at her so clearly before.

Perhaps this perception comes from uncluttering my psyche so that I alone can vision her without expectations and she feels this.

I truly believe that if we could envision other mammals more like this that we could begin our journies away from inward and outward war.

Can I continue this within myself first?

     Anny and her brother Obe are finally sitting quietly.  Anny did everything to get my attention.  She usually begins the process by eating paper.  Then she jumps up and down motioning with her paw for a treat.  She is a picky eater so I give her a treat.  She is a complete carnivore while I'm a vegetarian.  I sit on the bed with Anny beside me feeling her soft kinky fur with my left arm.  Her brother, a large queenland, doberman, wolf mix is much more behaved than his drama queen sister, but it was only after trauma that he became a civilized mammal.  I will tell his story later.

     Anny greets friends with a high bark and a wagging tale; they don't understand that she is happy to see them.  Yet I have watched her brown eyes glow when she sees them. 

     I wish that I could live in the presents like Anny does with such joy and clarity.  I have already experienced the death of my lover, mother, father, sister, and two of my dearest young friends.  I have bad dreams about these losses and I am working to stop these nightmares using my poodle as an example.  She rarely experiences bad dreams and I feel wholeheartedly that she knows acceptance.