"When you know that all is light
you are enlightened."
- Yogi tea
"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.
But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I have days of illuminations and fevers. I have days when the music in my head stops. Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture. But while I am doing this I feel I am not living."
- Edouard Manet
Ordinary life interests me quite a bit, but I also believe that ordinary life is rarely ordinary. If you believe that all is light, then one's search for the marvellous also takes on a new dimension.
What is true, is that I need to write to feel well.
And now, for something completely different.
Choosing A Dog
by William Stafford
"It's love," they say. You touch
the right one and a whole half of the universe
wakes up, a new half.
Some people never find
that half, or they neglect it or trade it
for money or success and it dies.
The faces of big dogs tell, over the years,
that size is a burden: you enjoy it for awhile
but then maintenance gets to you.
When I get old I think I'll keep, not a little
dog, but a serious dog,
for the casual, drop-in criminal —
My kind of dog, unimpressed by
dress or manner, just knowing
what's really there by the smell.
Your good dogs, some things that they hear
they don't really want you to know —
it's too grim or ethereal.
And sometimes when they look in the fire
they see time going on and someone alone,
but they don't say anything.
Falling in love with a dog is a funny thing, but entirely true. I still remember Chloe picking this fellow out of the litter of 9 other pups for her ninth birthday. He was the anti-social one, off to the side. We'd mentioned to her before heading out that she might like to pick the smallest one. Naturally, he was the largest.
Once Chloe chose him, the woman put a dab of green nail polish on the top of his head, so we'd know he was ours when we picked him up a couple of weeks later. When we got home, I read that when you pick your dog, you should never select the anti-social one off to the side.
Needless to say, it's turned out alright for us. He had his 7th birthday this April. Which means that Chloe will soon be turning 16.
And I won't even tell you how old I'll soon be turning....