November 20, 2019. Seems Brie gets into just about everything, even my meditative moments. I concede laughing and then snapping a photo of my cat constitutes breaking the trance … but it led to an enlightened attitude on the spot and a poem later that day. I will post it now as an odd-ball “gratitude poem” for this Thanksgiving … a bit early as I’ll be traveling during the holiday.
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Wonderful! Perfect cat moment caught and it sure made me smile too!
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Thank you, Lynne. Pretty sure St. Francis understood – maybe he smiled too? I was focused on the cat – I’ll never be sure what else I missed!
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I am 100% sure he understood!😊
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Love this Jazz! I have a small cement St. Francis in my yard…I have yet to see any of my critters paying him respect. I will keep an eye out.
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Betty, thank you. If only our Saints could talk … would talk … about what they see in an average day! I’ll bet we’re missing all sorts of things.
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What a sweet, sweet poem, and a reminder that reverence for all things is possible in both the sacred, mindful moments, and also the spontaneous ones. Safe travels.
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Thank you, VJ – reverence and humor go well together (usually).
We are all packed! Heading down to the green jays come morning …
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Oh, say hello for me! And the Kiskadees, and so many other amazing birds we will miss this winter.
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Or perhaps Brie as supplicant, awaiting possession of that feathery treat.
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Ah, Brie could never restrain herself long enough to make that deep bow if a real feathered treat possibility were in view! (Nice of you to suggest such an optimistic compliment … I’ll share that with her … who knows? maybe she’ll fool me and live up to supplicant!)
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