by Lesley | Oct 26, 2022 | Devotion, Surrender |
A flash of tan dissolves into dark earth my dog friend gone, led astray by his nose seeking the scent of a rabbit. I call and call my fear bouncing off ponderosa trunks their sweet vanilla suddenly grown sour. “Lester, Lester come back!” But the forest stays silent—...
by Lesley | Sep 16, 2014 | cloud, Creativity, Dogs, Sound, Spiritual concepts |
We lounge in a meadow near a babbling brook a lone cloud inching across a sapphire sky. It has a head, my friend says pointing to the cloud. Yes, I say, as I see the canine snout protrude and a curve form along the jaw. There’s an eye! The pinhole opens....
