Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

~ Live & Learn

your fellow sun-worshippers
run
the world. Watch as they kneel to the sun.

~ Frank Bidart, from “The Fifth Hour of the Night” in Paris Review (Issue 229, Summer 2019)

Photo: PDX Daybreak by Jake Egbert (Mt. Hood, Portland, OR)

31 thoughts on “Monday Morning Wake-Up Call”

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  2. Tempi passati…. so beautifully expressed. And yes, the sun is still shining for us, the good and the bad. It gives us an enormous lift to get up to sunshine and polished sky.
    Be strong, but careful. Be well and stay healthy.

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  5. It is dark here still. Frosty. Beau and I went outside and stood in the crisp air of the pre-dawn. He padded around on the grass. I stood in the darkness and listened to the river. I could hear some small creature rustling in the dried leaves covering the earth along the riverbank. I breathed in, breathed out and said a prayer of gratitude for the quiet, this day, this moment, this world. Whatever is happening in it, it is our world, the world we share and I am grateful to be part of it all.

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        1. Louise, all you need on top of your Sheepadoodle (what a mouthful of a name….) is one or two of those giant Main Coon cats – since clearly you have two arms to cuddle pets….

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      2. Lori, you made me smile…. we all have dogs who think they are lapdogs – and of course Labs are specialised in being the eternal babies…. Knowing the size and magnificence of YOUR Beau he REALLY must think he’s ‘just a cuddly baby’…. 😉

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        1. He is a love, Kiki, and since he’s watched his sister (my 12 lb. Cavalier KC Spaniel) crawl into my lap all of his life, he’s pretty sure it’s the way to roll. At night, he sleeps wrapped around my head like a turban, with his nose right next to my ear. Cracks me up. How I love these animals….

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          1. That’s where I draw the line – the bed is MINE. But even my dachsie managed to quietly pull up from her ‘at her Master’s feet’ in the evening to crack me up in the morning because she had her head on the cushion, all cuddled up and poor husband was folded up where there was some space left. She did that time and time again, I would have woken up and chased her, husband slept like a rock and was often woken up by her tongue with her smelly morning breath on his face (and frankly, because she felt it was breakfast time….!). But of course they truly are the best anyway.

            Hey, this is fun, let’s just completely take over Dave’s blog post! Sorry Dave…. Hope we’ve raised a smile with you too.

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    3. Louise, that’s what I do too, minus the Beau, sadly…. But I’m glad we are ABLE to appreciate the beauty and ‘grandeur’ of the smallest daily wonders, that we see them and are thankful for them. As they say: Every little helps….

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  9. thanks for the memories…I saw that glorious Mt Hood my entire childhood…really helps to shape a person when you have that beauty in your life…sure makes me homesick to see the shinning glory…on a vacation years ago we went back home and visited the mountain our pup loved playing in the snow in the summer…hope to see that Mountain Hood and my some of my family, again 🙂 (many have passed away)

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