happy birthday, loolie

Today would have been Loolie’s 13th birthday. The two Rons, my friends in LA,  sent me this poem by Robinson Jeffers. I will read it aloud at Sand Beach when I scatter Loolie’s ashes. I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog) I’ve […]

loolie leaves with love

“My Kind! ”  serendipitous discovery on a backroad of Vermont when Loolie was a puppy. I’ve struggled to put down words to describe Loolie’s last day on The Mothership. It seemed divinely guided and, I believe, Loolie directed me in everything that happened that day. Even in this, she thought she was the alpha. Let […]

synchro-mystic moments continue

…I’m in my car driving my two pupkies home from the vet’s this morning with Depeche Mode on the car stereo blaring out “Try Walking in My Shoes” and I feel the tears welling up. As I pull to a stoplight I wipe my eyes and see the truck in front of me. REALLY see it….

facebook afterlife

Today’s reminder that we all can become butterflies like Scott did arrived in my Facebook private messages from a friend, Pam Morgan (no familial relation to Scott). Pam collects my art and also acquired some of Scott’s work last summer via the Hutton Gallery in Deer Isle, Maine. While we were in India, Pam and […]