"Blessed is the influence of one true, loving, human soul on another."--George Eliot

‎"Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. ....They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor to have somebody else's experiences or write somebody else's poems."--Thomas Merton


"Should the floor be sacred. Mine is certainly not. Should I, then, walk on the sky?"--Mikel K

Dude, a half lab, 4/5's rottweiler, who belongs to my daughter's biological father, Kevin, is visiting with us, this weekend. Dude just bolted out the front door, and unfortunately, found the porch screen door open, so the next thing he knew he was running down the street, happy as could be, free as a dove, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was trailing behind him.

Kevin had warned me that if Dude got away that my best course of action was to just walk behind the dog until he was tired of being free, that trying to chase him would be a game to Dude, and that he would just run away from me in this situation.

Dude got close to a neighbor of mine, who was working in the garden, and I hollered out at the fellow, "Hey, grab that dog, will you?" and Dude's little walk on the Midtown side was over.

Though they have come down from their high hideouts, I am not exactly sure that my cats are glad to see Dude return to our household. Dude does not try to maim my cats, but he is overly inquisitive into their existences, in other words: he is a pain in their asses. The things that we do for love. I love Dude, and I love Kevin. I also love my cats, but they will have to suffer a but until Sunday. As someone once said, "It takes a village."

I microwaved the oatmeal; I fried the eggs, but now they sit getting chilly on the counter, as I head to the Yoga mat.

We drove a million miles, today, in the beautiful day in search of a Flea Market that did not exist, and then we drove another million miles to another Flea Market which did not exist either. Where have all the Flea Markets gone?

In reading the book,"Attitudes of Gratitude in Love," by M.J. Ryan, I have, once again, come to recognize the beauty that is right before my eyes.

As Ms. Ryan says, "Gratitude wakes us up to the ordinary, allowing us to see it for what it truly is, rather than just taking it for granted."

Just home from Yoga class. I am very calm, and relaxed. Kobain is up on my leg wanting to share in the vegetable chips that I am eating. He really eats them, too, which surprises me. Cats do the darnedest things!

We mostly did balancing positions, tonight, in class. There were only two of us in attendance. The rain of the day must have kept the other students away, although it wasn't raining at the time that class started. I stayed in head stand for almost a minute, twice. The way to master an asana is to practice it. Of course, I practice the asanas that I like more than the ones that I don't like.

"How long do you plan to be with Yoga?" my instructor asked me, tonight.

"Until I drop," was my reply.

"Well then, there is no hurry, now is there?"

Henry, and Bundy, were in a fierce barking match with two little dogs, today, when Henry broke loose of his collar. I was sure that a fight was going to ensue,
but, thankfully, Henry listened to me when I screamed, "No Henry. Sit Henry." His owner likes to keep his collar loose; I will have to talk to her about that!!


You think that you are more important than I am, but you wouldn't say it was true. It really doesn't matter; I am just finding things to be nit picky about,today. So much for Peace, and Love.

I have developed this bad habit of biting on my left thumb. No, I am not sucking my thumb; I am biting it, and I figure that doing such a thing is probably a bad thing for my teeth. I want to have a pretty smile; albeit a coffee stained presentation.

I'm going to get laid within the hour. This gal who I have been hanging out with, for a bit, and who likes to do it, is on her way over. It is good to do it; they say that you live longer if you do.

You can't oatmeal while you're eating grits.
It was a good day to fornicate, but I did not fornicate, I walked the dogs around the block. I, first, walked Henry,and Anna, and then I walked Bundy, and Morrison, and then I walked Dude, so I wound up getting a good bit of exercise going around the block three times I did. It was a beautiful day.