An elusive sense that something was different caused me to take notice.
In fact, it was just after the James Taylor bridge where we had turned toward the city, that a distant place inside me seemed to wake up. My mind whispered long forgotten memories of a place I had once called home.
“You’ll have problems no matter where you go,” my former landlord remarked, after I told him I was moving.
We were standing by the entrance to my front deck, beside the septic tank, where sewage was overflowing on the ground. I held my tongue. That particular problem wouldn’t be moving with me, I thought to myself.
We don’t have septic tanks in my new place.
We do however have a history of flooding, so in a way, I guess the landlord was right.
Still, you gotta choose your battles in life, and I guess, the problems you’re willing to endure.
The street lights wake me up at strange hours of the morning. I’ve been too busy to stop, unpack or put curtains on my windows.
Pieces of me are in boxes, bills and various important documents spread across my floor.
I’ve yearned for the dark nights and shadows of trees. They were my trees. I especially miss the birds that lived among them.
I felt I abandoned the birds, and in a way I did. To tell why would take a lot of writing and it might be as hard to write, as it was to live.
There’s a big, puffed up and confident Mockingbird living in my new yard. This bird rules the bird station.
The eager territorial bird has communicated its high status to all the feathered ones (except for the hawk). They believe this Mockingbird too. Even the large loud Bluejay gives the pretty white and grey bird the space it demands.
I wonder what this means. I wonder if the Mockingbird has something to say to me and if so, then what could it be?
One day, I’ll look back, I hope, and recall the beauty bestowed so freely in those woods where I lived. I know I’ll remember the trees and beautiful moss that bloomed in springtime. I’ll especially recall that the land and the wild ones that lived there was the place where Mother Nature penetrated my spirit.
I’ll recall too the nights when after a day of chasing butterflies, and later watching birds, the color of nature flooded my mind.
I have a new friend. He’s an elder with great tales of sailing across the waters of Maine. He reads me poetry and knows all the great literature! We sit in his kitchen drinking instant, but good coffee. On occasion, he calls to recite Shakespeare.
Below, is the first poem he shared during our first visit together.
Ruthie Mae likes our new home. She has a furry neighbor friend named Happy.
Amazingly, there are as many birds here as in my wooded yard.
I haven’t seen the beloved Mourning Dove, but we have a pond that’s home to a Great Blue Heron. I dreamed of this bird two nights before I moved here. I had seen it swoop down close to me, then powerfully and gracefully, back up again it flew.
Upon waking, I heard the spirit of the bird say it would carry me to my new home.
Astonishingly, I worked without pain during the rest of my move, even while sleeping on a hard bamboo floor.
A Red-shouldered hawk lives here too. Every tenant I’ve met mentions the hawk. It perches not too far from my door on low branches of trees by the creek.
I live by water, with birds. I like that. The mail carrier wears a postal suit (including the hat), like olden times. I like that too.
The locals hold the vibe of this city’s heart. That’s what felt different after we crossed the bridge on moving day. I remembered the heartbeat of the people here, and I felt it run through me.
I am glad to be home, again.
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Ruthie Mae inspired what turned into a beautiful walk and an emotionally moving time for me. We ventured out just before dusk, which is often the time of day I’m drawn to go outside, particularly when I’m in a melancholic mood. I can’t think of anything that could have helped me more than our time together did. It was perfect!
Ruthie saw a daring squirrel perched on a big tree. She looked surprised when it didn’t immediately flee upon her arrival. First, she appeared perplexed. After a short moment, she had a hunter’s gaze that is so much a part of who she is, and which I do love.
There were several interesting sculptures in the park where we walked. My favorite one is of three metal figures in the shape of women, holding their arms toward the sky. They remind me of my two sisters, so I call them, The Three Sisters, but I don’t know the true title.
We came upon a bench formed into the shape of open hands. I was especially inspired by the quote.
The message touched my low spirit, lifting me from melancholia, to an inner place of hope.
Thanks for visiting my blog, dogkisses, and I hope you have a blessed new year!
Please see related links (at the bottom of this page) for interesting posts (and pretty photos) about the Mourning Dove!
A note to those of you who are aware that my sweet dog, Ruthie Mae, has been recovering from a severe GI upset that happened after our end of summer camping trip.
I’m happy to report that Ruthie is doing well!
She is still on a prescription diet, Hill’s ID, which is expensive, but has helped tremendously in her recovery. I’m working on transitioning her to a more normal diet by adding boiled chicken and rice, along with pumpkin, to the ID food.
I’ve been working on a post about HGE, which is a rare and mysterious condition in dogs and is the diagnosis Ruthie received in early September. I’m not used to writing about such factual information and I’m tired these days, so it’s taking me a while to finish the post. I wanted to at least offer an update.
Thanks to all of you who have expressed your kindness and concern. Ruthie and I are most grateful!
The original Miss ‘dogkisses’ is Ruthie Mae. She’s from a royal bloodline! I don’t know how such a grand dog ended up at the shelter, but she did, and I am one lucky woman to have met and adopted her!
Ruthie has been declared an Egyptian Beetle Hound Insect Hunter! This makes her a very special dog.
I love her like I have all the dogs I’ve loved… Times ten! Dog lovin’ is like that, I guess. They are each special and unique.
I told you in a recent blog post about a camping trip with my family, and shared photos of the beautiful Blueridge mountains in North Carolina.
Ruthie is part of my small family, so of course, she went with us on our end of Summer, rather spontaneous outdoor adventure.
I forgot Ruthie’s regular dog food.
It was several days after we returned home that Ruthie got an upset tummy. Within 24 hours, her condition had become a veterinary emergency. She had bloody diarrhea and was vomiting.
We drove her to a nearby animal emergency clinic, which is also a teaching hospital, where I trust the doctors and staff. I believed Ruthie was in the best hands around. This gave me much comfort, but I was still afraid for my best friend and companion.
Since adopting Ruthie Mae in 2006, when she was about seven months old, I’ve never boarded or left her behind. Watching her walk into the cage at the hospital clinic reminded me of when we first met, but it was a nice big cage and there were interns and residents who stayed in the room around the clock. They doted over Ruthie.
Fortunately, she only had to stay in the hospital one night. They gave her much needed fluids, intravenous medicines and watched her closely.
She was diagnosed with possible HGE, but for sure a serious gastroenteritis, due to a change of diet and dietary indiscretion while camping. Abdominal x-rays showed also three small rocks in her stomach and small intestines. The surgeon said she believes Ruthie will pass the rocks without a problem.
I am very grateful that Ruthie Mae was able to receive good health care. She’s relatively young, in otherwise good health, and has many years of loving left to offer!
She has recovered very well, but she did have a setback when I tried to re-start her regular diet of salmon and sweet potato. As a result, she’s back on a prescription food and two medications.
Because of Ruthie’s sensitive digestive system, she may need more time to fully recover, but I think she will.
I’m very happy to report that she is again recovering well!
Ruthie likes to put her nose to the ground when we walk. It’s possible she got into something again (dietary indiscretion), when my son took her out for a short walk. She’s fast and strong for a girl almost eight!
I’m working on keeping her nose (and GI tract) clean, but I must admit, this takes constant attention. We may have to get a special harness, but I’ll try training her first. Walking without smelling stuff on the ground is against Ruthie’s nature, but that’s the way it has to be from now on.
As to what I’ll feed her in the future remains in question.
All you dogs out there, give a shout out to the sky or a great healing howl for Ruthie Mae! She’s a beauty ain’t she!?
Thanks for visiting dogkisses, a blog, by a woman, who loves a dog!
UPDATE March 2014
Ruthie is now on a prescription diet. It’s expensive, but so far, it is the only food that keeps her tender tummy at ease. I’m hoping to meet with either the nutritionists at the school of veterinarian medicine, which is around $200.00, or meet with a holistic vet to discuss other options for Ruthie’s diet.
We have incurred a lot of medical expenses since Ruthie was hospitalized in September, but the tests helped us to rule out common diseases and also, x-rays and ultra sound did not show impressive findings.
Ruthie Mae may well have HGE, but she has also been diagnosed with Intestinal Bowel Disease and will most likely be on a special diet for the rest of her life, which I hope is a very long and healthy one!
You may give to my campaign at www.GoFundMe.ruthiemae (Link is also on my right sidebar in this blog).
My goal is to raise money to help me pay off the debts from the medical bills, so that I may better provide for Ruthie’s ongoing healthcare needs.
Thanks for reading about Ruthie Mae!