When I returned to the condo after dropping Kaia off at doggy camp today I found a note taped to my door. It was from the neighbors on the floor above me apologizing for construction noise. They are installing a new floor. The noise is not a problem, though yesterday when Kaia heard the pounding she barked. She probably thought someone was pounding on the door. Trygve almost never barked but Kaia assumes some watch dog responsibility.
The condo feels empty without her and it is a good reminder of how important she is to me. Companionship is one reason I value her. The other is the motivation she provides to keep me moving. She's a bit possessive. She'll be sleeping quietly by me until I begin a telephone conversation. Then she'll find a tissue to tear, carry socks around or do something else to indicate she's being ignored. 😃
A bit of poetry for this day.
Maya Angelou (b. 1928)
"Touched by an Angel"
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Takk for alt,
Al
Maya Angelou (b. 1928)
"Touched by an Angel"
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
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