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On Feb. 12, of this year I made a similar post to this one.  It was about time, death, and exposure to certain unexplained phenomena that we experience in our lives.  Today I'm experiencing some of those ethereal moments that really have no explanation or rhyme.  I lost my little girl-Piper a year ago today.  Just like in Feb. of this year when I acknowledged Dancer's one year passing as well, I expressed my sadness, my sorrow, my void in my life.  This "anniversary" was not any easier than the one in Feb.  In retrospect, death has not become any less significant nor has its impact been less unavailing.  Two very close friends of mine passed several months ago and their deaths have not been ineffectual.  I know that we don't live forever and unfortunately, our pets don't either.  Way too often, they leave ahead of us.  Like the mother or father who loses their child, the grief is almost unbearable.  Yet, bringing a pet into our home, we know all to well that this is going to be the likely outcome.  How do we overcome our sadness and what procedure, what strategy do we use to impede that irrefutable sorrow that often controls us?  We pray, sometimes we drink or take legal or illegal controlled substances, we speak to our minister or pastor, we read words of consolation from a philosopher or other spiritual mentor. Some of these actually help.  But, if there is such a thing as a universe that is truly connected on some unrevealed cosmic entity, then there is another person in this universe that we're unquestionably aligned with.  It may not be in a physical sense but more so as a spiritual or mystical, even transcendent.  When I needed that boost today to ignite might mood, my unparalleled person came forth with those very words that I would have searched endlessly to ease my sorrow.  All from a lady I had not seen, nor spoke to in 17 years.  I cannot give you an explanation as to why this chance encounter took place several months ago.  Was that meeting a consequence of serendipity that brought her words to ease my grief?  I am awestruck by this unparalleled universe that intersects what the philosophers describe as fortuity.  Until some simple explanation can be discerned, all I can say for now is, there are no words in the English language to describe what your words of consolation have done for me.  I know Piper would say the same, "thanks K for taking care of my Dad".

Spring Morning

Wow, I look back at my last post and again wonder where the time as gone.  There has been somewhat of a "mental diffusion" of what I've done with this blog.  And, the only thing that I can attribute to is a lethargy of mind and spirit.....and of course-body.  For to separate my ass from the couch sometimes takes a back hoe.  It's not that the mind has gone stagnant for there have been many times when the thoughts were "flowing" like the proverbial river, but my gluteus maximus was hermetically sealed to Old Mother Hubbard.  But, I was watching a silly movie the other evening-"Kindergarten Cop", (I confess...I like it) with the Honorable-the former governor of California, or maybe he doesn't deserve the title, "Honorable" since he fathered a child while still the governor even while Maria was pregnant with their child.....oh well, such is the life of a politician.  But pardon me, I digressed for the moment.  As I was watching this movie, there was a scene where he was reading one of A.A. Milne's stories...."Spring Morning".  In case you're not familiar with A.A. Milne, he's the author of the Winnie the Pooh stories.  I love these.....there the epitome of what I believe most people should adhere their lives too.....the simple, unfettered, and relaxed state of mind that would add years to our already complicated lives.  So, here's to Pooh, Piglet, Winnie, and Co.

"Spring Morning"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow --
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow --
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow --
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.