Greyhound Man

Greyhound man.

Good weather or bad,
You and your lanky, obviously well loved dogs,
Make the trek through my little corner of the world (Past the window, past the parking lot, down the lane- with  your baggie of....) every working day.

We never greet each other, except that one head nod, one time a few years ago, when it was snowing.

Today I thought about you all day though.
I noticed one of your greyhounds was gone.
Replaced with a smaller, albeit still cute, hound.

Your task was the same.
Your time was the same.
But your cadence was off.

I always loved the graceful dance
of the long legged ones on both sides of you.
I bet you did too.

But you will be okay,
Greyhound man.

In the background of your life,
There are people cheering you on.
Wishing you good will.
Thankful that you still walk,
Early and daily.
Even though your groove is different.

Milky Way

Life has been so busy lately but that's nothing new.
It is the asynchrony of it all that has left me unsettled. I have felt like Steve Martin in that famous scene from "The Jerk", trying so hard, so earnestly, but missing the beat.

But then Saturday happened.

Saturday we held hands under the Milky Way and looked up.

And for that moment, and in every moment since,

I have felt awe.

It's as if the universe whispered into my ear,
"look at this great tapestry- do not doubt the weaver."

Stars on a beautiful night, an everyday reminder of one grand miracle.