Bruce Almighty

Almost only counts in horseshoes... or something like that.  But what about rattlesnakes?  We almost stepped on a rattlesnake.  Rosco almost got bitten by a rattlesnake.  We almost lost Sharon to a rattlesnake.  I almost employed Chris' technique of carefully moving the rattlesnake.  Bruce came along and rescued us not almost but actually.

Be The Dog You Are Meant To Be

Rosco joined us for a brisk hike around Zion.  Rosco also needs some rebuilding after a tough week but being one of few words with boundless energy, conversation probably wasn’t on his mind.  He danced, he darted, he only barked once and never needed a break.  He didn’t want snacks or affection.  He never complained.  He wanted to be a dog.  He wanted to use all his dog senses.  He wanted to smell the smells of the forest and hear the chit chat and shuffle of the wildlife.  He tested the limits of Sharon’s tolerance.  He saw what we believe to have been his first deer.

May we all have the good fortune to experience our full potential.

Are We There Yet?

our fragile sensibilities

had become ensnared

in our idealism

tangled amidst the barbs

of the truth

trapping us

our expression

had become smothered

in our search for words

the dialogic reconstruction

of our being begins

here