paradise

This being Thanksgiving,

 my goal was to post about gratitude,

but it seems the wifi is sometimes what we call

 mudbound.

Well, we'll give 'er a go...

Don Gray is a masterful artist and muralist
now living in Portland, Oregon.

His blog is a delight.

When I once commented to him that I had 

a 50cent bird-of-paradise plant trapped in a tiny pot,

 Don gently suggested that I transplant the poor thing.

That was four years ago. 

Thanks, Don.

And thanks to all of my blogging friends.

Your kind and attentive messages are treasured.

I'm very grateful for all of you.

Bless us all.

jungian buffalo

Just the thought of "Jungian buffalo" could keep you up at night.

As I wrote that, the phone rang. One of our oldest friends had a stroke a couple of weeks ago and has been in the hospital ever since. I was told his relatives are coming to town today to unplug his ventilator. I had already said goodbye and hoped that this could happen soon.

Buffalo is the totem for prayer and abundance. It says you must be humble enough to ask for assistance and then be grateful for what you receive. I'll always be grateful for having known you, T.

dog park

I didn't know this swinging mutt personally, but I did know and love Max, a dear friend from here in the hood. They both prove there's more to life than just the old scratch and sniff.  

blue hawaii

The reservations for Hawaii were for the day before yesterday. Keeping them was definitely not possible, but I'm not above regrets. To avoid wallowing, I spent the day with good friends. It didn't make me forget, but love gets you through.