Alternate Title: Just THROW the damn ball!
No matter who you are, no matter how GOOD your mood may be, this will improve it. [Full Screen, Speakers Up. Stay with it.]
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The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
— Robert Frost
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Gerard Van der Leun
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the magic of canines, proof of the Divine Sovereign
thank you
The drive and ability of some humans to assemble beauty out of disparate elements is remarkable. And a blessing to the rest of us.
Joy!
The misery of cities is noted in the fact that at least 7 times during that video I thought “Isn’t it illegal for those dogs to be on the beach?”
But I shook it off like a wet dog.
Don’t know about all that catterwauling in the background (turned it way down) but Spaniels, what’s not to like? Since 1984 we’ve had at least 1 continuously, cockers and brittanys. 2000 to 2011 we had a cocker and a brittany. Our current mutt is 1/2 brittany and 1/2 aussie, 100% high energy and loyal to a fault. But I’d have her no other way.
Two springers and a springer cross. The males tend to end up in rescue because people don’t know how to deal with them. But they are such loving and funny dogs.
We’re a setter family and I’ve got a mini GoldenDoodle that I love like my kids. Friend of mine had a pair of Springers that nearly ran his whole family crazy before they settled down and the gyp never really did, ever, plant her feet on terra firma.
Sporting and water dogs…there are few things better but you do need a calm disposition and a firm but gentle hand because they will try your patience to limits you never knew you had. They really don’t begin to grow up until they’re well past 3 years.
Neither do humans.
Something wonderful in its own way: Cats + Bach. Cat #2 (who takes up most of the short video) looks a lot like Miss Olive, and its movements (almost balletic toward the end) echo the delicacy of Bach’s sonata.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAQu2LZIeaQ&ab_channel=Valhavingfun
Jack – we have 2 Border Collies. They’re both 12 going on 2. OMG! Talk about trying your patience. They are just too smart for their own good… and mine, too!
Thanks, PA. Great video and yes she does look like a younger Olive.