Tea With Me: 1st November, 2020 Sunday
Daylight Savings and a month new 18 week old puppy means an early by the new clock rise. Mornings in New Mexico are lighted just the same in the last four months save the two freak snow storms, early September’s and last weeks whiplash storm which stranded many for a day and left as. fleetly as it came.
The pup sleeps a good nine hours and then must romp for three before she drops for sleep to grow some more. Puppies sleep so deeply after play. Yes, from exhaustion if we are lucky, tired puppies are good puppies. But the to-be-big-dog pups must sleep to grow their bones. All that play and all that run use up the fuel they suck them gobble and whammo in six months they go from in-the-palm-squirming-worm to exquisite motion loving play and pray driven somewhat mad but always hugging creatures you cannot live without.
Yes, I moved the pack and husband four remediation packed four months ago to a 25 year old house with 100 years worth of patina. And since I am kind of a throwback to the Older moments of the World, I inhabit the house satedly as all good crabs who shed one shell and find another as they. grow. I am all water astrologically so changeability is my driving nature.
And I am changing. Once again. And once again, in changing times, I am a bit dazed and confused. Where is my ground and who am I here in this new place.
Something about it here, reflection is a pastime. Old buried memories flicker like cell phone videos across my inner screen. Images and scenes so clearly I can hear the words come right in front of me.
I will be honest. Pandemic clamp down has me stunned as I dam my torrent of moving and remediation adrenalin.
What now?
The not-so-logical but the why-nots have come before me and I’ve said, “OK. Why not indeed!” The pup came unexpectedly although I knew she and I had a thing as soon as she demanded at three weeks to shelter in my palm. But there were many in the line in front of me who had before me dibs and quite rightly, I was glad there were. The pack of six and Husband and I were settling in just fine with many moments of flowing peace within each day we weren’t invaded with the crews come to fix the crumbled places in this lovely Lady who now shelters us. Adding potential Puppy Chaos, why would I want? Well, she wasn’t to be mine so I kept visiting as the dear Lady Angel who ushered me through the finding of this home had lost her 13 year old Zoi within two weeks of our arrival and she needed to find Zois to fill her emptied home and heal her aching heart.
So low and behold, an oops litter had arrived a week before Lady Angel’s searing loss and Ever Hopeful Lady said, “We must go see the pile. There might be one or two for Lady Angel.”
At three weeks, then at six then at 10, I went with the two of them and every time Golden Zoi pup inspired me to cant, “ Its a good thing she is going somewhere else because she would be coming home with me.”
Lady Harpist Breeder looked at me that third time and said, ”She is yours if you want to co-own with me.”
I was Toast.
So it goes.
The pack of peaceful six became a wondering pack of seven a month ago and now I wake at 5 am.
So much for peaceful mornings.
Golden Zoi at 4 weeks in has learned my lingo and is showing all the signs of being very worthy of The Family Zoi. Her two Zoi sisters here are happy to induct her with care and guidance and sentient radar when their size is just too much for certain kinds of romp. They are so bloody kind, these Zois.
I watch and ponder all the ways these three, in all their differences make room for each of their uniques.
And We The People have among us the dogs who have not been fed enough erupting with their rage so clearly sourced in fear filled and fueled pain.
Two days away We are from something previously known as Election Day the outcome of which may be delayed, diminished, bloodied, hijacked, faked, take your pick.
We are all braced to see what will become of US.
I for one, believe deep souled, the walk is about the Pack who makes all Uniques OK with US.
Bless this Mess.
Love and Light to All of US
Tea was Black and Creamed.
Ta.
Tea With Me 