In my grandmother’s hope chest, I come across a photo for which I have no meaning–thread spools and a diary. Continue reading
Some of this may be upsetting so if you are easily upset, please do not continue further. Likewise, the upset deals with pets so if you find that hard to take, please do not read further.
My lace wool knots with a mere glance
leaving me to unravel bonds
as life does by my inattention.
Today a driver saw a laundry bag moving in the middle of route 7 and stopped to investigate. Two small dogs were inside. Someone had tossed them in the road to get rid of them instead of taking them to a shelter.
At the rescue the pup looked up at me with big eyes, and I cried. She put her paws on my chest and licked at my tears, demonstrating a huge capacity for forgiveness.
Weariness has tainted my ability to forgive people who don’t comprehend that the sanctity of life extends to all creatures.
I wonder, will they ever understand?