“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.” ~ Mark Twain
In yesterday’s post I mentioned feeling grounded. Wow, that didn’t last. I’m kidding, of course. I actually do feel grounded, two days in a row now. That feels good as well. Continuity is one of my favorite things in life, although obscurity runs a close second, giving continuity a run for its money.
As I sat outside this morning, listening to the end of the night, with all of its propensity for quiet, I thought I heard some coyotes far in the distance, yet I talked myself out of it. There were no coyotes. I was imagining things. Rosie the cat was across on the other side of the wooden deck. I heard her skitter then saw her dark figure approaching me. When I first heard the skitter I got a start, until I realized it was my own cat, yet it was still a predator in the dark. Something primal about that, don’tcha think? But then it began, a chorus of rowdy coyotes raised their voices up into the quiet and that chorus was in the immediate area. They were friggin close to the house. Rosie came up close, but not close enough to touch. We were both listening to the ‘barking dogs’; the scientific name for coyotes, canis latrans, translates to ‘barking dogs’. I was marveling at life by that time. Marveling at life is something that happens to me fairly frequently. Continuity, obscurity, marveling at life – these are a few of my favorite things.
I’m all over the field this morning so I will keep this short. My favorite scene from yesterday’s portion of my gainful employment gig at an animal shelter was when our staff veterinarian told me he wanted to talk later about the Yes concert I saw last week. Another Yes fan was standing before me, wearing medical scrubs, and we lapsed into a brief discussion about which Yes album was the best. “Close to the Edge” was my favorite and his was “Relayer, and he said he would burn a copy of it for me – I can’t wait. I’m never prepared for left field experience like that. It fills my heart when it happens. Lack of preparation allows mystery a much larger door through which to pass. Think about that. In our preparations for life, for every friggin hour of the day, we seem to push mystery out and over, out of the way, and make it out to be a bother. But mystery fills my heart as nothing else can. The skitter in the dark. The love for music. The way music rearranges the soul. The beauty of the sunrise in all phases of its display. The look in her eyes, no matter which ‘her’ it happens to be at the moment. You see, I’m a goddess type of guy when it comes to matters of divinity, so my audio encounter with canis latrans this morning makes me think of Hecate and her dogs. It’s a great myth which might also be true. Try it out I will, as today unfolds, and I give service to cats while surrounded by barking dogs. Mystery runs through my life today, just as it runs through my words here. I’m not hating that, I’m loving it.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.