Tag Archives: Living

Deliver

  No excuses. He kept me on task. You can’t explain things to a dog. Apologize for the inconvenience. Reschedule. You can’t blame the clock or your hectic schedule or your heavy workload or the demands of others. You can’t … Continue reading

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Venture

  Guess what’s outside!  The Whole World! Come on!   Chuy

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Somedays

  So, there you have it. There are no more “somedays” for us. Mind this lesson.   Chuy

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Yoda Face

    I’m wagging you my telepathic Dog voice, my dog voice, my dog voice. I’m giving you my Yoda Face My Yoda Face, my Yoda Face. Standing in the Snack Place The Snack Place, the Snack Place. You’re not … Continue reading

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Nothing

    Know what Shoulda, Coulda and Woulda did? Nothing. Let’s go.     -Chuy

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Pinnacle

    Remember these Tiger Lilies, This thick underbrush, This hazy morning. This Pinnacle Day. -Chuy      

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Silence

  Embrace silence. Not the sorrow born of isolation, But the  Serenity born of Solitude.   -Chuy    

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Reality

  Haven’t you learned this already? Those things are not real. The trees, the rain, this trail, me. These are real. Ditch that other stuff.   -Chuy

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Stay

  Let’s stay here. At this intimately familiar bend in the trail. Beneath these trees we know by name.   We are not compelled to move. There is no war or fire or calamity or threat that coerces us to … Continue reading

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Playtime

We should all have a Chuy. There are always plenty of chores to do around the ranch. He would look me up after I’d worked long enough. “Enough mowing.” he’d say, “Come on. Let’s play ball.”   “All work and … Continue reading

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