Happy 10th Birthday Faith

Happy 10th Birthday Faith

I wanted to honor Faith, my best friend and helper, with a post on her birthday. She is 10 years old today. Faith is my 12th dog and the one I've been closest to. It's the two of us, I talk, she understands, she knows my moods, happy or sad as they may be. 

I imagine this happens when you live alone with a good and smart dog. We are very close and our love for each other knows no bounds. 

So I've been determined to get over whatever has stopped me from blogging and honor her today. 

I'm sorry I disappeared. I've been in a strange mood, never feeling creative, the way I always did earlier. Letting a lot of other things go, as well. I will talk about this in another post. 

So one day went and then the next and time moved on. 

But all is better now. 

And today is the birthday I made up for Faith. When you get a dog from outside the Tractor Supply store, as Errol did with Faith, you don't think to ask for that, so I went back six weeks from when she arrived and landed on April 28.

So Happy Birthday dear Faith, we will eat a lot of goodies today!

 

Sunday Morning Reflections

 

This morning, I'm posting my favorite poem here. 

I was about 15 years old when I first read this poem and copied it on a yellow piece of paper. Later, I learned that the poet, Rabindranath Tagore, 1861 - 1941, had written about 50 volumes of poetry, Gitanjali (Song Offerings) 1910, is the one I'm most familiar with. 

In 1913, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. 

I don't know the name of this poem, I neglected to note it when I copied it so many years ago. 

I have since read many of his poems about love and love lost and been touched by them, but this remains my favorite. 

I walked along a path overgrown with grass when suddenly I heard from someone behind, "See if you know me?"

I turned round and looked at her and said, "I cannot remember your name."

She said, "I am that first great sorrow whom you met when you were young."

Her eyes looked like a morning whose dew is still in the air. 

I stood silent for some time til I said, "Have you lost all the great burden of your tears?"

She smiled and said nothing.

I felt that her tears had had time to learn the language of smiles.

"Once you said," she whispered,"that you would cherish your grief forever."

I blushed and said, "Yes, but years have passed and I forget."

Then I took her hand in mine and said, "But you have changed."

"What was sorrow once has now become peace," she said. 

R. Tagore