Twas the Day After Christmas....

 

....and here at my house, 

the sweet old dogs were snoring, 

(and definitely not quiet as a mouse)

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I sit at my computer, with the sounds of my Sweet Annie and Zoe, 
their breathing coming in and out like ocean waves...

the wind is strong, and the waves are big and loud.

I can almost feel the movement, like riding on a big boat in a choppy sea...

up and down and back and forth, a symphony of breath.

Until someone walks by in the hall and wakes them up.

The little one sits up and looks out to where she heard the sound, 

sleepy in her soft pajamas, she wobbles a little before snuggling back down.

The big one just lifts her head, looks at me, and then settles back to sleep.

Soon Zoe coos as she curls back into a ball, 

and then their breathing deepens again and the sounds of the ocean come back to life.

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Writing this blog is still an exercise in humility and questioning my motives. Why "share" what I write? What do I hope to gain? Anything? Is it worth the time to type and post, even if no one else reads it? Why bother? 

And again, the answer is still yes, it is worth the time, for me. Perhaps no one else will read it, but it is still positive energy to put out into the world. And that positive energy is still worth sharing. 

Writing, like other forms of art, is still valuable even if it is only appreciated by the creator of that art. Creative energy is positive energy, and that is inherently good. I don't have to be famous in order to be valuable. What I write doesn't have to be perfect, or even amazing, for it to have value. 

My December 2020 Thich Nhat Hanh Calendar page has this: 

"Words can travel thousands of miles.

May my words create mutual understanding and love. 

May they be as beautiful as gems, as lovely as flowers."

That is my goal. But if I fall short, may it still be worth the effort. 

☮♡☯