Charlie Update

Just wanted to take a moment to say that Charlie is still alive and lickin'! He is still old, of course, but he is up and about (with help) and wagging his tail and awaiting his next treat....

I also want to say that I feel like it appears I was "crying wolf" over Charlie. But, we truly thought he was taking his last breath. He has amazed us with his recovery from what we believe was a series of small heart attacks. I just don't want any of you to think I was toying with your emotions because I know so many of you really take something like this to heart. I appreciate that!

New offerings

Hi everyone,

I have some new original paintings for sale.

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I'm hoping to add something new to my shop on a daily basis.

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Shell

The Passing of "Puppah Chawllie"?

As I begin typing this, our 14-year-old black Lab, Charlie, is on his bed in the kitchen. He is very weak and in the last stages of his journey here.

I like to say he and our son, Clay, were puppies together. They both came into our lives within the same year. As our son grew, he thought he was a puppy, too. He would try to drink from the dog's water bowl and chase Charlie around the yard. "PUPPAH! PUPPAH!...T'Mere Puppah!"he would shout, with toddler glee.

One time we went fishing out at the lake. Luckily, the stroller made it down the hot, dusty path to the fishing spot. Charlie had a great time learning to swim and running around doing puppy things all day. After a long and tiring day, we headed back to the car. I stopped to pick something up that had fallen off of the stroller and before I could start again, Charlie had crawled into the storage compartment beneath the stroller! I guess he figured, "if that puppy doesn't have to walk, why should I?" He rode the rest of the way down there.

When our son was about 3, just after sunset, he and I were lying on some cushions on the floor...playing and talking. Clay looked out the glass doors and saw Charlie out in the yard looking back at us. He turned to me and said, "Mom?.... look how Charlie soaks into the night....and his eyes shine like stars." I was dumbfounded by this poetic statement from such a little guy.

Charlie has been a faithful friend over these many years. He has been with us on our walks...where his boy was in a stroller, then a wagon, a scooter and now a skateboard. Clay is just starting high school, a new journey for him and us. He is our only child and we are really feeling how quickly time is passing now. As we learn to let go in many ways, we know that Charlie will always be with us wagging his big, old tail.

Soon, he will soak into the night... one last time...and he will be a shining star in so many of our wonderful memories.

*****

Well, evening is upon us and once again, this old dog is full of new tricks. He wagged his tail at the mention of dinner and (with a lot of help) is now outside trying to eat. That's a Lab for ya! I'll keep you posted.

The Depths of Simplicity

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.

There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose:

you can smell it and that is all.

W. Somerset Maugham

To me, this labyrinth of petals shows that simplicity and complexity often reside in the same place.

When I delve into those deepest areas, I come right back to the realization that no matter how much I might overthink something....it just is what it is.