‘R.I.P “Brown Dog” ‘
Pictured, a cross on a tree, beside a country road I walked along in the Hokianga this week.
Who, or what, “Brown Dog” was, I do not know.
But he, she, or it is remembered, and missed.
The identity of the one who is gone has been bugging me.
In posting this, I may not be rid of the uncertainty, but I may just get some peace…
…I came to the garden for peace and softness – there was none to be found…
“I get these fleeting, beautiful moments of inner peace and stillness – and then the other 23 hours and 45 minutes of the day, I’m a human trying to make it through in this world”
– Ellen DeGeneres
I have dealt with the theme of hope briefly in the last two posts. Rainbows are of course a symbol of hope and peace in many cultures and beliefs. But I love this succinct quote:
” Rainbows have a way of making the world seem right.”
– Anthony T. Hincks