Photo by Mabel Kwok on Unsplash It’s not long ’Til I walk alone. He makes friends, Sniffs deeply, Chases red cat, guards his yard, Comes home panting joy. I cannot hold the two thoughts in my mind. If I were a better, more dedicated and accomplished meditator, perhaps I could. My dog is terminally ill. My… Continue reading Missing Him While He’s Still Here
Author Photo, disturbing his rest I’d come to a dead end in my story, so I took my old dog on a long walk. My dog knew it was coming. All the signs were there: long pauses broken by dark mutters; frustrated paging back to figure out what went wrong; determined arranging of pens, markers, notebook. Initiating… Continue reading Ignore White and Fluffy At Your Peril
We do not have long You and I, to enjoy walks, Meanders and romps… Our walks have gotten longer and less frequent. My old dog is no longer the eager puppy with bright eyes, happy tongue, and tail-wagging joy to walk; he turns thirteen old in a few weeks. However, he still likes to go… Continue reading Walking With an Old Dog
Road filled with marvels, With smells, traces, history… Fascinating world! My twenty-three pound bichon frise (he’s huge for the breed, not fat) directs our morning walks. Some days, it’s a quick jaunt to the mailbox, while other days we meander a loop toward the small beach or embark on the even longer walk past the… Continue reading Lessons Learned in Walking With an Old Dog
White dog poised. Cars stop. Dog crosses with great purpose Walk must be finished. He asked for it. I got to come along as his necessary companion, attaching the leash and tossing the treat once offered years ago to coax a reluctant puppy to take a long walk, that memory so cherished that it… Continue reading Bring a Dog Along…
Word crumbs tumble down Promises for dawning day Delighted giggle As often as I can, I walk to the beach. Now that it’s full-on summer, I get out early before summer’s heat and humidity dissolve my determination. Many writers walk — and write about the gifts they receive from getting away from the desk, the phone,… Continue reading Word Crumbs
No one wants this walk — Dog yanking petulant teen Back home fastest way Teenaged girl dragging her feet along the sidewalk. Dog leading the way, not pausing to investigate marvelous scent. Both together, both hating it, so apparently sent out the back door with strict and specific instructions: take the dog for a… Continue reading The Longest Walk
Blue hydrangeas spill Lightning bugs wink and beguile Day exhales quiet dusk Yesterday, after a fantastically difficult exercise class, I took a long, fast, sweat-soaked walk. To distract myself from stunned muscles threatening mutiny, I admired flower gardens, grinned at a little boy chasing a determined dog, mourned a toppled tree that had given up… Continue reading Sweaty Promises
Bird song pierces dawn An urgent invitation Hither, thither, yon Speeding through my daily one thousand word essay, I discovered myself typing the word “thithering.” I paused for a moment, shook my head to clear it of the wondering. The word had simply flown out through my fingers — so while I suspected it wasn’t real,… Continue reading Thithering
Louise Foerster 