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 […]
“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 […]
Things have been happening without you, Lovey. Not sure how it does but life still goes on without you. Has it really been six months without your humorous commentary…
…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….
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 […]
Happy Anniversary, baby. Got you on my mind. One year ago today the bear and the fish girl got hitched, Goan-style…
Much like the picture above where we only see his leg at the bow of the canoe, I know that Scott is off-camera somewhere, floating as if on the water. I’m floating, too.