spirit – Glad About

Continuing the story of Lydia and Me

“She’s a beautiful soul.”

These were words spoken to me this morning when I picked Lydia up from the kennels where she’d been staying over the weekend.

I’ve always thought this myself, because she is.

We had a good walk together, before I took her home, and she’s enjoyed much of the day outside in the yard, in what is warm and rather windy weather.

After a two-week break I resumed my usual ‘Mental Health Monday’ activities this afternoon: yoga followed by Qigong.

So, I’ve had two-and-a-half hours of concentrated activity for health and wellbeing with the added benefit – for brief periods – of being a tiger, a dog, a cat, a tree, a warrior and a dragon.

I don’t feel a need to compare and say which of these I’ve preferred being, but I did like the dragon movements.

I can now relax into a mellow evening knowing that I have given important attention to my musculoskeletal system as well as my mind and spirit. I think my girl with the beautiful soul is quite relaxed too; still in the back yard; still enjoying the warm and windy weather.

First published 2nd April 2020

Fox, Alert

Once, upon a green and white day, I walked, with shades of blue and grey above, and occasional muted pools of golden light along the way.

Cold and still, it was as, wrapped in thoughts and clothes, I lumbered on, taking weary steps in heavy boots, glad to be out but ill at ease and with no easy motion.

Then, suddenly, up ahead, a quick quiet movement of life and limbs, and fur of warm brown red.

A dog, I thought, at first – but no – a fox!

I stopped and stared, and thrilled at each tight turn.

Alert though not aware of me, she moved, close enough to see the splash of white upon her breast; no cunning vixen, she, with body, mind and spirit in perfect poise
and purposeful grace beside the still and silent trees.

Doing what she needed to do.
Being what she needed to be.

But then I moved and she was gone.

So I carried on through the green and white day with shades of blue and grey, moving easier now but missing her and wishing, that our eyes had met, that I hadn’t seemed a threat.

For in her hungry hunt for food she had nourished me, and warmed my heart while her cold search went on.

Alone, both, and alive.

She free, and I a few steps closer now, to being me.

1998, 2020 & 2025

Rules, Rhymes, Recovery, Recipe, Random – Glad About Life:
https://amzn.eu/d/6Ptwe4S

A Woman, a Dog & a Blog – Writing into Life:
https://amzn.eu/d/6Ho21L8

Tag: spirit

Day 15

Poetry Rule No. 47 – Still in development (or should that be ‘instil development’?)