Category: Annie’s World

I often feel sorry for humans…
A magical, confused contradiction…
Awakening before your dreams end…
Yet, a mysterious energy binds your lives together.

The life of a pup is quite different…
Two days are never the same…
We are explorers, adventurers, eaters of mysterious things…
Often spending hours focusing on nothing and thinking “hmmm, should I eat, pee, or poo?”

Come, I can teach you the ways of a pup…
Just bring an open heart and a journal…
Be aware, that at any point, anything might happen…
The day will guide us into comprehension.

First, you need to start reading thinner books…
Filled with pictures of costumes, magic, and laughter…
Then close your eyes to preserve the imagery…
And see that everything in this world overlaps.

Can’t you see it?

When you travel, in spite of culture, religion and color, there is a sameness…
Love of family, friends; feelings of warmth toward a newborn babe…
There are no words to describe the magnificent beauty…
Just realize you are woven into it all.

I love you,

Annie

There is a junction on every path…
It forms a decision…
Do I continue to condemn myself with guilt?
Or do I contemplate my own beauty?

Who is better to know this than you?
You have been there so many times…
Knowing so deep in your heart…
That, you are the author and can choose how this book ends.

Each junction is like putting the brakes on time and saying, “Now!”
It is time to dwell on the page you are reading…
Turn off the defense mechanisms…
And be a hero.

I can see it all in the depths of your eyes…
A life that you haven’t yet met…
Sunshine or rain is right around the corner…
You decide which it will be.

I love you,

Annie

I want to become a farm-dog at a one-horse farm…
It would have to have a herd of cows (do cows come in herds?)
I would never lose one as I moved them from pasture to pasture…
An old farmer taught me a trick…
Count all the legs and divide by four.

It is all about being a member of the “never say no” club…
At home with myself…
Yep, hook me up to the hitch and watch me pull…
Right through that fine layer of stinky dust.

On the farm everything is so much clearer…
I can see the warm pink sunset turning into a deeper, darker crimson…
Watch its sparkling flames…
Until the light is turned off and the sky becomes a midnight blue.

Sometimes I get tired of the hustle and bustle of the city…
It is like trying to untie a donut…
The knot has no beginning or end…
Full of con-pups who are always taking advantage of little pups like me.

Don’t you think I would make a good farm dog?
Or do you think it would be like the Pope deciding to become a Mormon?
I do think I could make a home among the butterfly filled branches…
When I finish milking the cows, of course.

I love you!

Annie

My butlers are my pets…
Their names are Jeff and Mary…
I have been training them all my life…
They can do many tricks…
And I don’t even have to give them a biscuit.

They are my actors…
Each day I write them a new play…
I always give it a unique spin…
To see if I can make them glow.

I am always trying to improve my techniques…
I take notes in my speckled notebook…
Transfixed in the adventure of it all…
Wondering how it feels to be my pets.

I hope I am a good master…

It is incredibly humbling to me…
To have such treasures in my little box…
Thinking, “How in the world could I have gotten this lucky?”
It is like having my own barrel of stinky cheese.

I know you now have many questions…
I am sure you have your master too…
I would recommend that you do everything they say…
Or they might turn you loose and get another (I’ve been tempted many times!)

I love you,

Annie

It is interesting to watch how humans project themselves on this and that. For example…

The pessimist might say…
The earth is nothing but a big rock…
Smacking sinister…
It bites and is cruel like insect rain.

The naturalist might say…
This is my tree…
I hold counsel with the forest…
This earth is warm and willful.

The kindhearted might say…
Kindness smiles at me when She sees my reflection in the mirror…
She is always turning pages in Her open book…
And helps me hand out blankets when winter comes.

The anxious might say…
There is less grief on the other side of the river…
Someone will soon come and take me away…
Until that day I will watch and worry.

The spiritual might say…
Spiritual truth is opposite in most every way…
There are invisible hands pushing the rivers…
With everything flowing into the solitude of our souls.

I say…

I love you,

Annie

I have only one dream…
To play with my best friend Buster the Bulldog…
The pup in me always wants to play…
And to make play time last as long as possible.

I am part retriever…
Buster is part door stop…
Dancing paw to paw…
Waving goodbye to sorrow.

When I’m with Buster I seem to forget about everything else…
I am no longer keeping records of yesterday…
There are no more dark waters…
Just the chill and the splash of the wind and the sea.

All life becomes a fountain…
Jumping up and down, rolling side to side…
The spectators winking out from their windows…
There are no graves here.

You know, it’s not crazy just to let all the serious stuff go…
Go and find your Buster…
Walk away from the fire…
This river of playfulness never stops flowing.

I love you,

Annie

I like to huddle in the heaps…
Straggle from nest to nest…
Cock a sleepy eye…
Watch the glowing fire…
And drift into nothingness.

As I flit away, I am floating on light footsteps…
Gazing at all the lovely exotic creatures…
Considering the options that hold the most mystery…
Hold that thought! Rabbit! Run little legs run!

The rabbit got away, now let’s get back to it….

As I rest, I can give myself as many treats as I want…
Add an extra spoon of sugar…
Am free to look at bugs all day…
And eat the ones that are the juiciest.

I float boundless in love…
After all, there are no boundaries that can hold love…
I will never cease reaching…
Until I touch your nose.

My sleep ends as abruptly as it began…
My dreams left with me…
A shadowy road of my deepest thoughts…
Now it’s time to go, go, go!

I love you,

Annie

I carry a piece of thread different from yours…
Each morning, I lay it at the feet of the seamstress…
She collects from all who have given…
And begins creating a brand-new day.

Later, the sun sets into darkness…
The sunrise a blank piece of glory…
She waits for Her needle and thread…
And then She begins sewing.

What new world will She create today?
How many threads have been given?
She carefully stitches these threads together…
Making your heartbeat the same as mine.

And then I see the new pattern…

Now, I must become a listener…
Short whistle, long whistle I understand them all…
I hear the wind bidding me to follow…
And with a quick wag of my tail, I am off!

Maybe today you are hurting…
She has the skill to erase that ancient patina of dirt…
By creating a brand-new pattern…
Just lay your thread at Her feet.

I love you,

Annie

I agree with silence…
It has many forms that flows through all things…
Perfect in its ways…
And yet still a mystery…

When I am still, I can see that life and death are one…
Darkness is nothing to fear…
And if I look deep enough…
I see that I wear the mark of a King.

I know what you are thinking…
There is no such thing as a silent pup…
Yep, pups too need to recharge…
Our hearts, like yours, are seeking peace.

How about you?

Don’t you need a break from all the clacking horns?
From the mud finger painting that is sometimes your life?
From using so much energy to cover your scars?
From feeling like a shipwreck survivor?

Don’t try to comprehend silence…
Its rules are incomprehensible…
But for me it is like the biggest wedge of apple pie…
Or, like a seed breathing beneath the leaves.

I love you,

Annie

Can I ask you about the spirit inside you?
Is She pretty?
Is She stronger than you?
Does She prefer Kings or beggars?

Are you ever apart from Her?
Or, is She always by your side?
Can you sometimes see Her shadow?
Does She turn your every darkness into light?

Can you see Her walking on the clouds?
Moving from dawn to dawn?
Constantly unlocking prison doors?
Singing songs of freedom?

Does She understand your every wrinkle?
Does She care if you can afford the best labels or not?
Does She often change your background?
With a freshly woven piece of cloth.

Yes, She is pretty.
Yes, She is stronger than you.
Yes, She is always with you.
If you want to see Her clearly…
Look in the mirror.

I love you,

Annie