Monday, February 27, 2017

More Small Things

Herself speaks.

Whilst shopping at the buy-in-bulk store, I perused, as I always do, the clothing section. There are typically some plain-but-serviceable garments, a few interesting frocks, and a handful of genuinely ugly items of apparel. This time, there was a plethora of baby clothes. I don't usually pay attention to baby clothes -- yet these were so cute, with little monsters and alligators and polka-dots and such.

It's been a long time since I've felt that fleeting yearning for an infant.

I know I'm too old now to entertain the thought of a newborn. And entwined in that knowledge is, as always, a molecule of grief for time gone by and doors closed. Alas.

Besides, at this stage in my life my responsibilities preclude caring for babies -- or, for that matter, adding any other creature (be it pet or human) into the population of "those whom I love and to whom I tend". I am maxxed out, as the saying goes.

I would still like to hold a baby for a little while, though.
Perhaps someday.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Nibbles

Tiny Dog nibbles on the edges of fabric when she is distressed or agitated. It seems to soothe her. The fabric is unharmed, and she is calmed -- everyone wins.

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Saturday, February 25, 2017

Feel

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain. ― Kahlil Gibran

Friday, February 24, 2017

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Spring

It was a fine spring morning today. If you listen closely, you can hear the birds chirping in the back yard.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

An Old Classic

Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing (sung here by a favorite of mine, Ben Harper).

It might be a wee bit unsubtle. Nevertheless --muy suave. 
Suavamente. 
Suavecito.

(;;; fanning self :::)

I hope you enjoy.


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

In Winter's Heart

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn. -- Khalil Gibran