an entire day of it. and even things like collecting dog shit into a plastic bag was JOY.
Early, before dawn, i Understood this. The little Cloth thing that has hung on the Morning Chair Lamp for years… that i'd made during one of Jude's online classes, i think Cloth to Cloth? But this morning suddenly it had a Place.
on Tay's Art…her repurposed basket Shield. And i was awed by how long some things take to find Form and how Waiting allows that, Allows that.
i distracted self with that cloth weave that i'd put on the pillow…moved it to the South facing curtain. Morning SUN when we have it comes strong here and the Monitor screen has a glare, color is distorted, so a cloth on the curtain. Today i changed it and put this.
i made this. It is so so good on Everything. Omlets, macaroni and cheese.
these, the most. Maybe tomorrow.
Looking this morning, i knew i wanted to keep the shape of this as is. How.
I printed the pic then ripped it out and glued it on another paper. Drew. This way. Hung by threads from a stick. yes.
Chinche continues. a few hours ago she began making sounds. Sounds like dogs make when they are dreaming. Tay attends her. Lies in front of her, sometimes nose to nose. Her breathing as i write this is labored. It is my understanding of the Buddhist teachings that we need to LIVE our deaths. I could call the Vet, but not really, because it's the weekend. I could load her into the car and drive her 70 miles to the weekend vet and have her euthanized, a word for killed. Who would that be FOR?, i am thinking. Her? She is dying. Me? because i love her. US ? or
do we just go. do we go Through it. Death.
I have been in attendance to Death. The Ex husband who fought it to the end, Alz B who denied it, Old Cowboy who was so afraid. More. But i learn from them all, for my own Death which will come and i am learning most from Chinche, who makes small sounds because she IS.
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