Reflections – March 11, 2022

there are times these days

when I’m certain I hear

the whisper of fluttering wings

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or the soft sigh of a dreaming dog

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perhaps the spirits of my beloved companions

do visit in moments when I need to remember

what unconditional love feels like


they were, after all, my best teachers

and it’s so easy to forget sometimes

when they’re no longer physically here

to soften the sorrow of wars near and far


Honoring the gift of their past presence

requires living the lessons they shared

15 thoughts on “Reflections – March 11, 2022

  1. Unfortunately, “the whisper of fluttering wings” and “the soft sigh of a dreaming dog” nearby now seem drowned out by the unheard sounds of murderous artillery and exploding rockets far away. Still, in the face of unbridled evil, we must keep unconditional love alive….as your “Reflections” so eloquently remind us.

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    1. These are troubling times, MM, but it seems wars are never-ending and always result in suffering, death, and destruction. They’re always brutal and always senseless. I often think of Carl Sagan’s wise words:

      “The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.” (

      Finding the wisdom to see each other as fellow travelers on this tiny planet in one moment of time shouldn’t be so difficult… Sending my best wishes to you and your family, dear MM! 💜

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  2. “They were, after all, my best teachers.” How true. I had a dear cat companion who woke me up to the inner lives of felines, realizing that their emotional lives can be as complex as ours. For instance, he could get depressed and needed to be consoled. When I came through the door he did a “happy dance.” He loved our rituals and had to have them done exactly the same way every time, in the same order. If I told him something once, he got it immediately. Animals are so much more than we’ve been led to believe in this culture.

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    1. It’s delightful to hear from you, Art! Thank you for sharing special memories of your beloved feline companion. I have had a few of those, too, as well as other dogs and parakeets who were special.

      Your comments brought to mind something you wrote and posted on the old blog I shared years ago, “Mohawk the Starling, I wonder if you remember this lovely reflection?

      Sending my best wishes to you. 💜


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