With all her heart she prays

Filling cups with tears

Writing letters unknown

Spilling heartache on the pages

Of crystal white paper trees.

God listens carefully

Extracting knowledge and notes

Good intentions and quotes

Benign and malicious tones

Pondering: what to do next?

She saves her last breath

For a sigh set free

The weight of worlds shouldered

Teetering with a small breeze

And like that, the angels fall on their knees.

The dream of a good life

Is all to real

Because we heed the appeal

To take care of each other

And heal.



Rain falls

A leaky cloud stretches and yawns

Letting droplets sink

And splash

Happy tears.

Over hills

The dreary dusk comes early

Rolling in without

Concern for where the water


It’s fair through the early morning

The night has passed

And all slept well

Safely tucked in

To beds

Dreaming of rain.

Clouds vanish

Over the hills

And dawn

Wakes the children

Sun pulls the blooms of flora

Peace returns.



It’s a DOGS.LIFE. We just live in it.

I’m coming up to the anniversary of my aunt and Godmother’s death. The only way I see fit to honor her is with a post about the exceptional love a dog brings it’s owner. She wasn’t just a Godmother. She was a Dogmother.

Judy meant the world to my family, and her many friends. She was a free spirit, a brilliant intellectual, and often misunderstood. She went through a lot. It wasn’t always smooth sailing between us. But we had (still have) an unbreakable bond. That bond was especially important to the many dogs that she had rescued over the years.

A dog’s love.

Any dog owner can tell you just how special the love shared with their dog can be. When they are just a puppy, they bond with their mother. If a puppy is adopted out, they form a new bond with their owner.

My dog Layla immediately bonded with me. Her first night at home was spent sleepless and successively walking her until she fell asleep on my stomach around 4 AM. Sure, she’s not a human baby. But she is my baby.

Why Judy loved her dogs.

Judy bonded with each and every dog that came into her life. Every birthday, she gave me a card especially from her dogs — signed “love and licks.” There is no better way to honor her memory than to mindfully appreciate the way a dog protects, needs, and cherishes with loyalty their owner. Layla the poodle is my special girl who will forever remind me what Judy taught me about treating animals with kindness and compassion. Anyone who tries to tell you that animals cannot feel emotion is wrong. So wrong.

Wild instincts.

One of the reasons I felt close with Judy was that we shared an otherworldly instinct. Our sense of intuition was so strong that we would go on emotional rollercoasters. That instinct comes fairly close to how dogs can sense their owner’s sadness, joy, depression, frustration. They feel what you are going through, and do everything in their power to loyally make you feel better. They love you unconditionally.

Judy, I love you unconditionally.

Rest in peace.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be —

— The Beatles

Layla the poodle.