
Sure, October.
Or Fall.
Autumn.
Call it whatever you want.
I’ll be out enjoying it.
I call it “now”.
– Chuy

Sure, October.
Or Fall.
Autumn.
Call it whatever you want.
I’ll be out enjoying it.
I call it “now”.
– Chuy

If you have true regrets, of your own deeds and pasts, actions, neglects, you cannot deny their existence.
Their only potential for positive is to serve as lessons for the Now and the Next.
Whatever else remains of them should be discarded, tossed, crushed as mulch for your Garden of Hopes and Dreams.
Each time I reach this place, I hear your shadow walking with me.
Each time I feel your spirit here I am left with a choice.
I can wallow in anguish over that which is no more.
Or I can revel in the beautiful memories that will last
Forever.
Always,
Paz
That I might rise before the sun,
Before the waking world’s begun
To sing aloud of another day.
Reticence is my way.
That I might see the greening grass,
Or sparkling snow, and clouds that pass
And beyond them the great wide aquamarine skies
The color of your eyes.
That I might feel hot sunny days,
The summer wind as the cottonwood sways.
And driven snow, and chilling cold,
When striking out feels brave and bold.
That I might savor this vapor rich
With piney woods and muddy ditch.
The taste of water, clear and cool
Fresh from a springtime pool.
That I might lay me down to sleep
With promises yet to keep,
Feeling sure, as the stars shine above,
I am loved, and so, too, I love.
-Chuy
Me: Did you notice, in this light, you and Gus are almost the same color?
Chuy: Color?
Me: Yeah, you know. You’re both mostly black, you have that in common.
Chuy: Black?
Me: Yes. Unlike Doone, who is only a little black.
Chuy: I’m sorry. I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Me: The differences. In colors.
Chuy: You forget, dogs are colorblind. Me, you, Gus, Doone. They all look the same to me.
Me: Oh yes, of course. I forgot.
Chuy: Your color thing is useless. Probably why the superior canine is not hobbled so.
Me: What do you mean?
Chuy: Well, it doesn’t tell you anything about what they are like on the inside.
Seek peace.
We mean that.
Paz & Chuy
From my perch on Earth, looking up into the sky, the turkey vulture is the same size as the Moon.
Eyes can only look.