verge (vʉrj) noun the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria
verg′·ing 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
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Valentine Clover
Meet Clover, the Valentine fashionista. She found us along the trail today and shared a good romp with Mercy. We were instantly smitten with her friendly nature, her heart-speckled bandana and all-around good looks. She shared her stick with Mercy who, though very stick savvy, shows no signs of fashion sense. We had a lovely visit. Hugs and kisses were exchanged.
Clover is the new black, by the way. I'm sure of it.
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the lonely streets unseen by man, A little dog danced. And the day began. ~ Rupert Brooke "The Little Dog's Day"
Your pictures and descriptions are glorious and so very heartwarming. I just love this picture of Clover.
Welcome to the verge. I like its meaning. Certainly I am on the brink or edge of many things. I was on quite a verge a few years ago. I didn't like it then as I do now. Reeling from a divorce, I didn't know how I would support myself, pay the mortgage or even replace the light bulbs. My family didn't seem as daunted as I was. You can do it, they'd say. I don't know how, I'd say back.
While I was trying to figure all that out, I began walking dogs. I didn't think about its significance--I just did it. I used the walks to plan my future and its details. Walk after walk I pondered my fate, coming up with a tangle of ideas but no One Thing that would snap my life into place. Months went by. More walks, more dogs. Now some cats. 80 Giant Rabbits. A bird. A goldfish. Suddenly I was too busy living my life to plan it. And, I was liking the living.
The dogs--those dogs. They walk me through it. They never have to say a word. Always, they are happy when I arrive. They show me how to walk, and how not to worry. We spend our walks on the verge. But instead of rushing to get Somewhere, they are curious about verge-ness. They read it, and they linger there.
So here I live, on this verge. The daughters have been launched but there's a house to sell, and work to find. I must make major decisions and soon--but for that, I turn to these four-legged friends and allow them to show me the way. Who knows what's next? Let's just go out for a walk, linger awhile, and not worry about it.
All in the town were still asleep,
ReplyDeleteWhen the sun came up with a shout and a leap.
In the lonely streets unseen by man,
A little dog danced. And the day began.
~ Rupert Brooke "The Little Dog's Day"
Your pictures and descriptions are glorious and so very heartwarming. I just love this picture of Clover.