True stories of a small flock of remarkable individuals -- and other critters.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Wandering with Marky

Together we've climbed mountains and 
 we have raced.  

We've waded,


and we've flown. 

We have tended flock 

and we've stolen kisses.

We've explored

and we've voyaged. 
.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  

This month, after fifteen years of high adventure, our sprint has slowed to a stagger.   
We still explore, but it's different now.  We don't go far. We take our time.
Sometimes Marky needs a few minutes to really process that sniff in all its nuances.

And just down the path, there's more sniffing and thinking to be done. 

So I stop, and I look around and I think about it too. 

I find things. 
delightful things. 

Elegant things. 

We are wanderers now. 

But you know,   

not all who wander are lost. *                       

                                                                      *J.R.R. Tolkien