Dawn’s early light

Sunday, November 14th, 2010 | Blog

I started an online creative adventure today. The first suggestion was to change my routine.

Eager to begin, I woke before dawn and watched Diamond, like a movie theater screen, go from a shadow of black to a faint blur of black and white. We lay in bed as the sunlight began to filter through the curtains with me lazily scratching her belly, her face, her legs. And Diamond seemed to be open to a change in routine as well, as she indulged herself with my attention, rather than rushing to the door to inspect any possible cat trespassing that may have occurred during her slumber.

Another suggestion for my adventure was to journal, and this blog is part of that process.

I read, with permission, some of my mother’s gratitude journals as I recently recreated and repurposed her environment for the first time since she became a widow. Now it’s a her house, more than a them house. And most of her entires, day after day, year after year, said she was grateful for her dog, Dixie, who remains her constant companion.

As I wake in the mornings, I am surrounded by photographs, large and small, of the dogs I have loved. Only Diamond is on this earth, but the dogs before her will never leave my heart. For they, as my own sporadic gratitude journals entries attest, had been the center of my days and nights, and that love endures.

Which reminds me of a poem by Mary Oliver…To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

But letting go doesn’t mean forgetting.

If you want to start an adventure of your own, perhaps you will write of the things that make you laugh and cry, to cherish as the sunlight filters through your window in the morning, while scratching a grateful and beloved dog.

"Our morning is off to a great start, but I hear a B-A-T-H may be in the works. FurMajesty got a great new shampoo for me. I'd rather have a bone, or a squeaky toy."
— Diamond —

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