~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~
Dear Ones,
My kitchen table has rows of medications on them, by the dog. Nose, ears, antibiotics, medication for the arthritic ones and more. I truly am running an old folks home here. And people ask me why, truly baffled, that I would want a house full of senior dogs whom I will come to love dearly and lose too soon and in the meantime incur sometimes frightening vet bills and constant rounds of nursing. You see, that’s just a hard thing to answer, because if they don’t get it they never will, and if they get it you don’t need to say a word.
Namaste Maitri.
First I have to take a breath, as I forgot to do so while reading.
Isn’t life an interesting journey? Very difficult at times, joyful for moments, but still interesting.
This morning I longed for a cup of tea with a dear friend.
He always makes cinnamon tea for me, with real cinnamon. Not from powder, or flavoured tea, but the real thing.
When he makes it it tastes far better than when I make it for myself, far better. It’s the love of almost 40 years of friendship in it.
When the writer is in you, it wants to come out. Creativity finds a way. I’m glad it has found a way in your life again.
I’ve got my sites (opened a new one recently), but each evening before going to sleep I take up a small nice booklet and write my thoughts down. Poetry mainly. Not special. Just a bit of me.
Right now I’m working on a book about what we’re going through right now.
It’s a mix of trying to take a distance and reflect on experiences, people and me, and venting.
I’m still trying to find my way in this kind of writing. But hej…books write themselves for a part, we’re mainly instruments.
Another book is slowly finding form in my head.
When this ordeal we’re going through is over I’ll move to england. Then I’ll find, in the back of the attic, a book I once wrote.
They wanted it, but also wanted an editor to rewrite things I’d put with careful intuition and feelings in words. I denied it. It was never published.
I wonder which turns life will take for you and for us.
Being on each other’s path makes me feel very enriched.
Thank you for writing this way. It took me away from everything here. I guess I sat in a rocking chair at your place for a short moment. 🙂
Metta
I feel so much the love you have for the pugs and life in general. We have an 18 year old tux cat and I know it’s just a matter of time for him too. Each day as he runs through the house, up and down the hallway, I silently give thanks that he is having a good life. My visit here today was such a comforting one in so many ways. Thank you!
When he makes it it tastes far better than when I make it for myself, far better. It’s the love of almost 40 years of friendship in it.Thanks for your valuable contribution!