So I dont’ just have dogs. Nope I’m also a writer. A writer with dogs. Dogs who need me to muck out their pens, therefore, I’m going to post something that I wrote for my writer’s journal. It’s for an Internet friend who lost a family member.
Something for you to read while I’m outside with the dogs.
A Garden Zen
Once upon a time there was a girl on a long road.
A mountain in the Sun.
The winding path
Led past my garden gate.
I said to her,
“Why so glum?”
The sky is blue.
There shines the Sun.”
She looked at me.
With quiet eyes.
And said these words,
Much to my surprise,
“I’ve lost my friend who loved me so.
And left me here with miles to go.”
So I opened up the garden gate.
And told this girl, “Your trip can wait.
Come rest a bit.
Put down your pack.
To your trip you can go back.
But til this journey you begin.
Come rest in here your garden Zen.”
for Earlene and her Dad.
February 8, 2010
This morning I passed my son’s bedroom door just as he woke up. From the other side of his door I could hear him say, “Mom, I had the strangest but funny dream. I dreamed about a farting orchestra.” The rest of the story was about a symphony orchestra and a classical work that wasn’t’ just for the violin or clarinet. It was also a work for farts.
Life isn’t always a gentle path. Sometimes it’s rocky and straight up hill. But if you are very lucky, you have those days in which you laugh. The sun shines and life is just a bizarre joy. That’s the thing that my son has taught me. No matter how dark the day can be, I hang on. The day after a hurricane is almost always sunny.
Hugs and prayers.
How lucky we are.