Dog walks in nature are good. Crazy puppy can be off leash and risk sticking his nose in gopher holes. Pupper runs and leaps, skips and jumps.The moment I try to photograph the Peregrine Falcon, he flies from his perch. The thorned pod reminds me that Autumn is here, and the red berries, that Christmas is on the way.
A friend recently lost her pet. I said, “when Krishna died I was so brokenhearted. Like he, and only he knew me the best. Deeper than humanity.”
She said, “Right. You nailed it.”
Got me to thinking about a favorite poem.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I love the line, “you only have to let the soft animal of your body/ love what it loves.”