here today

 

dog joy

lu romping in the snow pure dog joy.  lu chasing her jolly ball that's what it's called a jolly ball.  the guy who sold it to me said no dog has ever taken the center out of a jolly ball and I bought it smiling but inside I was thinking You. Don't. Know. My. Dog. 

took her about seven minutes maybe eight.  So the center's gone from the Jolly Ball but the joy is still there especially when tossed about in the snow.  The Snow!  We played until i couldn't feel my toes lu still wild me ready for Stumptown coffee best coffee in the world I gotta say the northwest understands how to roast them.

meanwhile I'm working on a paper about Tabula Rasa do we enter this world a blank slate or what?  I tell you I like Plato's Myth of Er which sends us in whole but with a twist... we've chosen this life already.  And we have a soul-companion, a Daimon to maybe guide us or just hang out and whisper in our ears while we down our third Sazarec, my drink of choice this winter thanks to one of the best girls I know curls around her face telling the guy that he came close but it wasn't exactly right.

Ben & I are reading Jane Austin to each other and in another life I loved Jane Austin but in this one tonight I'm a little tired of all that dancing verbal dancing literal dancing. 

James Hillman thinks we are acorns each one of us - the image is the thing, he says.

Lu has that one down.  Prancing in the snow barking at me, the park, the jolly ball without a center. 

 

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