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Sneak Peek – Finn

like a model’s mane in front of a wind machine, finn’s fabulous fur danced in the breeze yesterday

he was fun to frolic with – full of puppy energy and curiosity – and well-trained

as you can see, “stay” is certainly in his vocabulary 

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heaven sent prepster

our girl is in the stars.

in the leaves floating in the breeze, in the warm afternoon sun, and in the clear blue sky.

everywhere we look.  she’s there.

returned to the earth.  

in the ether. 

in our hearts – forever.

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.


when grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, how can a body withstand this?


when you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, i will take you
i will love you, again.

― Ellen Bass 

she’s sent us her sister – little piper.

preppy like grosgrain ribbons, monograms, and navy blue and kelly green – and full of promise.

with white markings on her shoulders that look remarkably like. . . . angel wings.

heaven sent.

maddie sent.

and we took her and said, we will love again.

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falling. . . .

there’s beauty in the dying.

and gratitude . . . tremendous gratitude – for the living we shared.  and the love.

oh, the love.

unlike any other.

to every season, turn, turn. . . 

life is fading; vibrant as it goes.

and we’re falling, falling. . . 

yet life marches on.

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in the stars

the world recently said farewell to this beautiful boy -

a gentle soul who bore the physical marks of a life of unjust servitude; the numbers tattooed in his ear were his identity to those who used him for his speed.

for his guardian, they were scars long ago healed by love – hers for him.

he was soft as silk, with an anteater’s long snout and tiny teeth that chattered like mad when he was excited.

and he was loved.  so very. 

now in the stars and the earth, he’s loved still – and achingly missed. 

bruno.  

xo 

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seaside frolic

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