verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Millie and I have our morning ritual.  It's just ours. Its predictability feels like worn-in leather. Gentle, durable. We step into our morning with the reassurance that another day is here, and that we get to go meet it, just like we did yesterday, and the day before that. We have our customary good morning wags and kisses and then skip out the door towards the very same route, in the very same direction, saying g'morning and hello to all the very same birds, and rocks and mail box posts and flower boxes.   We love the rhythm of those greetings, the two of us.  Every so often we catch each other steeling glances at the other and that seems to make us walk a little faster and and a little sillier.  We make a little deal with each other to be as silent as possible while we pass sleeping households and other sleeping dogs,  and as we pass them by our insides are laughing free and easy at our companion ritual-ship.  The shared certainty of this routine makes us both a bit giddy.

After we get home and take care of breakfast, we both have a little quiet moment before heading in different directions as day wears on.  And it dawns on us again and again in each morning pause that the predictability of our routine serves to nurture and cultivate the unpredictable. Unpredictability is an open door. Neither of us really knows what's on the other side.  But based on the routine of So Far,  it's going to be pretty good.  It's quite worth waiting for, and hoping for, I predict. C'mon--the door's open, curious one. Keep walking with me here. I look forward to the next one, and the next one.

And the one after that....


  1. I love this. It reminds me to slow down. It also reminds me of a quote I read yesterday on FB "We
    are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a
    habit."– Aristotle

    from Raven

  2. Dam girl, I just love the way you write and how you think. Everytime I stop by your blog, I have my fingers crossed that you have an update. Sometimes you don't and a reread the last post and then there are the times you do. I try to make sure I have time to savor the new post. They are like little valiums for my wild mind.
    I am going to start walking my dog every morning too. It sounds heavenly.

  3. It's like I'm there with you and Millie in early morning. So full of hope!