Little Dog, Little Dog

Added on by Stephanie Visser.

Been thinking about this encounter for a while now and thought I would finally share.  I walk every day in my neighborhood.  Five miles.  Since I’d been really ill, it was the only way I could begin to get my strength back.  I came to know my neighbors better and it helped not only physically but emotionally and mentally too.  One day I was on my usual route and spotted  this older gentleman walking his little dog.  I always talk to the dogs because they usually walk right up to me. They know I like them. The owners may engage with me, or may just watch me interacting with their “kids”  As I got closer, the little guy was on his leash, sniffing around intrigued by everything, wagging his tail and looking at everything and everybody.  He was however, not a normal dog.  He was walking around with the aid of a cart under his hind legs.  He was using his front legs and wheels as his means of locomotion. but not seemingly troubled by it in the least.  I looked up at the guy walking him and asked, “oh, what happened to him?”  The guy replied, “ he’s a rescue that was going to be put down after he was in a car accident with his owner.  I’m fostering him because I just couldn’t let that happen.”  The guys next words though were the ones that impacted me the most.  “This little guy isn’t troubled by his disability at all” , he said.  “He still loves to get out here, eats really well, and just enjoys his life without skipping a beat.”  Well, it was a big lesson for me.  I have to admit feeling more than a little sorry for myself sometimes.  Kind of felt it was God talking to me about changing my perspective and decided that I would enjoy life as it came, no matter what. Even though I am supposedly a human who exists on another level, at least we seem to think so, this little guy was a symbol to me. Life, no matter how it happens to you, can still be a place of curiosity, and joy, and love.  Period.  Nothing more to say. 

How could I ..the story tells it all.



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Beauty in the Breakdown

Added on by Stephanie Visser.

“Drink up baby doll

Are you in or are you out?

Leave your things behind

'Cause it's all going off without you

Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy

These mess-ups

You bubble-wrap

When you've no idea what you're like

So, let go

Jump in

Oh well, what you waiting for?

It's all right

'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

So, let go

Just get in

Oh, it's so amazing here

It's all right

'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

It gains the more it gives

And then advances with the form

So, honey, back for more

Can't you see that all the stuff's essential?

Such boundless pleasure

We've no time for later

Now you can wait

You roll your eyes

We've twenty seconds to comply

So, let go

Jump in

Oh well, what you waiting for?

It's al right

'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

So, let go

Just get in

Oh, it's so amazing here

It's all right

'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown”

Lyrics from a song in the movie “Garden State”  called “Let Go” by Frou Frou.  Words spoke to me when I heard them the first time.  My melancholy side is seduced by the darker side of things…beauty in decay or in marked up concrete or the shadows of things rather than the sublime photo of something expected to be conventionally beautiful.  There have been times in my life when I’ve been forced to look down, for safety’s sake or protection from even worse hurt or loss, rather than upwards toward heaven for illumination or benediction.  A captivating turn about is that I’ve been finding lovely patterns and markings and colors in unexpected places and forms.  The reverse of life, endings not beginnings, or repairs and restorations rather than the perfectly unblemished new.  Life changes constantly and happens without special preference or dispensation for some.  We all experience it without fail. 

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven”  

The Byrds

Amusing; another song lyric by which I am certainly aging myself. The message though is timeless.  Let’s revere those times of quiet and reflection and loss as well as the time of creation and expansion.  Maybe heaven isn’t just above us but in the dark and broken places as well. Surrounding us and encompassing us with it’s beauty.  As above…so below.

Old paint on a coffee shop floor in Sausalito….fall 2018

Old paint on a coffee shop floor in Sausalito….fall 2018