#SoCS: He’s Still Hungry

“Whatever…” “Gibbs. I told you when you are fed. I cannot feed you any time you desire.” “Whatever…” “Seriously, dude?” “Aren’t you my servant and don’t you obey me at all times?” “That’s funny. Actually, it’s a joke that humans tell themselves. It’s only true in that we serve you meals, give you pets and skritches, and make sure you are healthy and loved. It’s not obeying, it’s taking care of a furry little being that doesn’t have opposable thumbsRead more

When I Stop

When I stop in the middle of God I am present in the silence of the wind whispering an angel’s breath swirling in and out of crimson and golden maple I hear His creatures Whistling, chirping, rustling across branches on earth’s floor I feel His blessing Peace, tranquility I understand the grandeur of His beautiful, magnificent creation When I stop here in the middle two eyes well with gratitude for breath, life and two legs I give thanks stay silentRead more

A Bad Remake

“It’s the same thing every day, Clean up your room, stand up straight, pick up your feet, take it like a man, be nice to your sister, don’t mix beer and wine ever…oh yeah, don’t drive on the railroad tracks.” ~Phil Connors~ Groundhog Day It’s Day 72 of working from home during a pandemic. I’m fine except some days I feel like Phil, on repeat, only as a woman with a brother. While no two days have been exactly alike,Read more

My Next Cat

“If cats could talk, they wouldn’t.” ~Nan Porter~ Oh yeah? My next cat is going to be mute, I swear So that he is unable to voice despair My next cat will not utter a yowl or voice his neediness with a howl My next cat will not cry at night and respond to my obedience with delight My next cat will not utter a kitty word even when stalking a chirping bird My next cat will be quiet asRead more

The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner, locked in the pistachio green room all day? I have given you perfect love and constant, faithful loyalty I speak your name every day, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you order me to shut up. I devour your daily tuna fare and brazenly beg for more. You are held in motherly high esteem, yet, here I am, locked in the square green room. The days can be hollow and lonely. IfRead more

A Veer to the Left

When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a whole that is different from the sum of its parts…what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again.  ~Norman Maclean~  I don’t have expectations of green by tomorrow or the day after. It’s tooRead more