Don’t Stop Playing

Walking Mari, the little black lab, is a little more challenging these days.  It’s not so much that her age has slowed her down.  Rather, her age has made her impatient and demanding.   Without out Butter around (the more vocal dog of the two), she has to make sure she gets your attention.  Being the […]

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Where They Went

It’s now been a month since Butter passed away.  And I will admit that I have lost a lot of sleep worrying about her soul.  I know that some people don’t believe that animals have souls, but whatever…it doesn’t change how I feel. I’ve already said that I struggle with my faith.  My Buddhist mother […]

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An Infinite Moment

One of the things that Buddhist mediation emphasizes is the acceptance of Impermanence, that everything changes, begins and ends, is created and destroyed.  When you first mediate, you open you mind and just let your thoughts wander, let feelings come and go – allow yourself just to be in that moment. But the moments of […]

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Cherishing the Present

We have two labs, 11 and 14.  The 11-year-old lab, Butter, passed away almost three weeks ago.    There are still days when I don’t want to get out of bed or do much of anything, but I have to manage those urges to check out and dwell in my sadness.  For my sake, but more […]

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The Cannons

We live less than five miles from Arlington National Cemetery, and every now then, usually between 6:30 am and 8 am, a booming pounding sound would reverberate through the house.  At first, we thought the sound was from the airport (3 miles from us) or some military super-secret jet (there’s lots of super-secret things in […]

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Lighting the Darkness

We all grieve, but we express it differently.  I try to write or do something creative to help me make sense of what I’m feeling.  My mother is a Theravada Buddhist.  Myself?  I’m more of an observer than a believer or practitioner (maybe someday), but I’ve appreciated how other people practice their faith. The day […]

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The Hour of Passing

A cold rain is falling outside, creating puddles in the empty park across the street.  The weather will worsen; rain turning into snow, temperatures dropping. What a cold, wet, desolate day.  A day expected from winter – a day expected and appropriate for mourning. I don’t remember the moment of her passing, but remain haunted […]

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