I have two muses: Hahamongna Watershed Park, and Boz.
For me and John, Hahamongna is a higher place above our petty concerns, a trail that absorbs tension and makes it disappear, and a connection to nature. For Boz, it's joy, abandon, and direct contact with his wolf-self. Kind of the same thing.
Some of you may remember when bloggers, activists and naturalists had to defend Hahamongna from development. It looks like we might be clear for now, but our eyes remain open. The watershed, especially as water becomes more scarce, is a precious resource.
Boz is precious, too. John and I walk him at his pace, which is slower than it used to be. We might see him running in the watershed's spring runoff next year, but honestly, it's not likely. As I write, he snores on his bed at my feet. I'm enjoying all his noises, his sighs, his smells. He's my little love. How funny it is to have an old baby!
Though I rarely post pictures of him, my husband, John Sandel, is also a muse. I'm blessed because many of his own photographs have appeared here, and because he is nothing but supportive of whatever I do. Except ride a bike. He really doesn't want me riding a bike.
What a blessing to have such a blast and so much love and such happiness. I would rather not be sappy but it's not easy.
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*sigh* it's morning here and things are already hectic, but this post slowed me down and reminded me to breathe slowly again. here's to you and yours, sugar! xoxox
Yay for Action Boz! What a great time he's having.
Sappy is good when it comes to the things you love.
A heartfelt expression of gratitude is a wonderful thing. So is a photo of Boz romping in Hahamongna. He's such a sweet old boy.
Sappy's fine in balance, Petrea. Besides, your sappiness is quality sappiness. And Boz is worth a sap or three.
Honestly sappy...lovely!!!
Well, I'm a sap anyway. I just wanted to make sure I sent out some acknowledgement of these three important muses as I wind down here.
A fabulous place to escape to.
Oh! Now I get why you like to follow John on Twitter.... I am so dense sometimes! (Don't ask my kids how often.)
There's a time and a place for sappiness, and this was it, so don't apologize! Long may Boz gyre and gimble in the wabe...
A wonderful post. Sap is good for the soul every so often -- and this is one of those times. Great to see Boz enjoying the water.
May your blessings continue -- enjoy!
We're lucky to have it, Chrissy.
I wasn't trying to deliberately mislead you, Laura, but I misled you anyway!
He's got slithy toves, too, Diana.
I'm lucky to have so much sap, Ms M.
Boz is amazing in so many ways, but my favorite amazement is when he just sort of slow-pokes around and then, for no reason visible to the naked human eye, suddenly goes into overdrive with a case of happy butt. Zoom, zoom.
What a delight to see Boz go full out with joy at a big puddle! My two old babies make sighs and lie down more often than not these days ... I think they need a romp in Hahamongna! Thanks for helping save it!
I'm glad you took your well-deserved happy, sappy moment.
Hiker, he has the happiest butt and, as you know, it is special and unique.
Betty, you got a picture! And your "old babies" look charming.
Just wait 'til Tuesday, Adele!
Not so sappy, sentimental. It's a big change, so come on big feelings.
"Sentimental" is a good word for it.
Ah, Boz getting his happy butt on! That and releasing the pent up tension in life, well worth a trip to Haha land!
I have to agree with John and his opinion of you on a bike thing. You pulled something by just trying to jog around the block! Imagine the damage you could do with two wheels and some speed!?!?
Enjoy Boz at his speed for as long as is practical. Never forget you've given him an awesome forever home.
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