Day 72 Sun
Sept 22 Zoe’s Morning Pages
CIRCLE OF
MIRACLES, ANCHOVY and
Burying and
Unburying the Dead
Morning
to you, self. Well well well, we had a visit from an old friend and an earful
of information I am still processing. Apparently our friend had a pup who for
one reason or another decided it was time to investigate the other side, if you
know what I mean. And so he got real down in the dumps all a sudden and went to
sleep. That’s what them pups do when they’s done bein here, seems natural to
me, but somehow our persons don’t always see it that way. Anyhows that pup had
a girlfriend who liked him real well, real real well. In fact she dint like
nobody no dog no person like she liked this pup. So the girlfriend she spies
her guy layin real still and she goes and lays down next to him. She’s sniffin
and sniffin and then she starts whimperin. The people who lived with these pups
had to bury the one who passed and so they dug him a spot right outside their
window and they laid him down in there. Well next morning that girlfriend a
his, had him all dug back up! Not only that she was a lickin on his snout and
lickin on his eyes over and over. So the people had to run out and put that old
boy dog back into the earth. But it took five burials before they got him in
for good, cause that girl dog was not about to let go a him. They’d put em in,
she’d dig em out. Our friend said she moped around for three months after that
dog died, in fact, she said she still ain’t over it all the way.
Mischa
told me about the little cat she had named anchovy who got run over by a car in
Philadelphia. “They may call it the city of brotherly love, but somebody run
right over that sister with no mercy what so ever.” Mischa said. She was
squirtin water outta her cheeks when she told me about it. She says it took her
three days to bury that little cat, she dint want to let her go neither. She
drove all over that city tryin to find her a good restin spot. Finally her
friends said “Mischa, ya gotta put that cat to rest!” So she went and buried ole
anchovy up on a hill in the park overlookin the whole metropolis.
Sometimes
I think people fall so intensely in love with their cats and dogs on accounta
they forget how to fall in love with themselves all the way. Ole B’s always talkin
about how people don’t think they deserve love. And Mischa said one time she
went to talk to this guy named Bruce who was a real good listener and Bruce
said, ‘you know you are loved and you are loveable.’ And right then and there,
in front a this complete stranger ole Mischa got to sobbin and snifflin and
shakin real bad. But when she was all done she said, ‘no I didn’t know and I
didn’t know I didn’t know.’
Mischa
likes to say things in multiples a lot. Ya know she studied that phenomenology
in college, and they all talk like that to one and other. I guess they like
reverb and echos as well. I do too really. I ain’t quite as existential as she
is though, not most days.
Anyways
Mischa confided in me the other day that she still feels guilty on accounta her
mother and father is buried in two different cities instead right next to each
other like they had planned. She dreams a lot about unburying her mom and loadin
her into a station wagon and puttin her back in pixburg with her dimitri and
all them other relatives.
She
says it’s against the law, but she figures there’s got to be a way around it.
After all, it’s hard enough to communicate clearly to someone standin right
next to you, if you gotta talk to your person and he’s a thousand miles away,
that’s a lot a extra energy, especially for someone’s already downunder!
Well
all I got to say is, remember it’s all a miracle, livin, and dyin, one big
circle a miracles.
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