For a week or so, two birds made our porch their night-time home. They didn’t build a nest. They didn’t stay during the day. They just perched on a ledge at night and bird-slept. Each night before going upstairs to bed, I opened the front door and said, “Good night, birds. Sleep well.”
Sometime over the past couple of days, though, one of the birds has gone missing. Still, each night, one of the birds comes to sleep. And each night, I open the front door and say, “Good night, bird.” And then I go on to add, “I’m sorry that your partner is gone, bird. I hope he comes back.” And then I feel sad.
I don’t like seeing partners left alone—human and animals alike.
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Bullet can be outside for hours. He can have the freedom to roam wherever he wants and use the bathroom as much as he wants. And yet. Nine times out of ten, he will not poop unless I go outside with him. *I shake my head.*
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Another day
Another year gone
How did we get here?
It was just yesterday that we were saying
Welcome
Let’s get started
We’re on our way
That new beginning is now ending
How did we get here?
Seasons change
Minutes fly
Arms stretch to catch time
But it can’t be stopped.
Time can only be embraced--
Celebrated,
Each day a gift,
A new day,
Forged by yesterdays
That’s how we get here.
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O Merciful God,
Have compassion.
O Merciful God,
Redeem.
O Merciful God,
Save.
O Merciful God, have pity upon us,
Now,
Speedily,
And at a near time.
Amen.
--Jewish Prayer
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