Category: Annie’s World

I am made up entirely of flaws…
That is why everyone loves me…
They don’t love my fame, status or possessions…
No, they love me, because they can identify with all my impe.

I let one rich traveler pass by and then another…
How can I know them?
They think they are made up of different things…
And mask their flaws with pretense.

When you’re flawed you can be your own physician…
You don’t have to presume to know anything…
The sum of all your knowledge adds up to nothing…
You become a sponge, ready to absorb this beautiful world.

So why do you want to hide your flaws?
They are the reason I love you…
You are already beautiful and unique…
To me, you are what forever feels like.

Please let go of all that silly pretense…
Become like me and detach yourself from all that…
Then you can freely roam and live your true life…
You will roam this world with a blank canvas in your hand.

I love you,

Annie

There it is straight ahead. Can you see it? The impossible!
You know that place where the sunshine doesn’t touch the ground…
Where the weight is so heavy it bends you at your knees…
That thing that you wish would just go away.

Away? Why would you want that?
The impossible is just a doorway with so much waiting for you on the other side…
I’ve been there, and I’m telling you it is so cool…
I’m heading there right now, if you would like to come along.

I know what your thinking, “I’m not sure because the impossible is such a scary thing…”
“It has always been here, poking around in every closet corner of my life…”
But, what if you can beat it right now?
In spite of it’s growl, claws and big green teeth.

Here’s how I approach the impossible…

First, I forgive myself…
Second, I smile through the fear…
Next, I remember how to yield…
And then I see the doorway and walk straight through…
Once inside, I understand the impossible is simply a bunny wrapped in a grizzly bear body.

Ok, time to stop hiding and come out from under the covers…
Stop sleeping on a worrisome and anxiety filled bed of nails…
Pull on that tiny string that is holding you back…
And give the Grizzly a hug.

I love you,

Annie

I’ve been wondering, “What is on the inside of joy?”
You know, that place where a smile prompts another smile…
Where laughter prompts more laugher…
Where the voices only whispers peace.

It is like baby birds fed by their mother…
Solemn sounding waterfalls…
Like that strange conviction within us to always love…
The place where brightness always rises.

This is where I want to live…
Leaving all chaos behind…
To wander in and out of joy’s every room…
And let unearthly beauty appear to me.

Yet, there is a different place that is always calling…
Where anger prompts more anger…
Enemies make more enemies…
Where it is always winter, but never Christmas (Lewis)…

Funny, that there is no place in-between…
We can be a statue of stone or alive with joy…
Do you know, that you were born to live in permanent light…
Yep, on the inside of joy.

I love you,

Annie

What a nauseating smell!
Something is fishy around here!
I need some fresh air!
Huh, what did you say, I’m the fishy one?

I shouldn’t have rolled in, then eaten that big piece of squid…
I couldn’t help it! It was seasoned just the way I like it with garbage and dirt…
My experience doesn’t really help me in this matter…
I do it again and again.

I guess I’m just a shaggy wanderer…
I like to think I came from the wild woods of the west…
I’ve learned that as soon as I sniff anything stinky, I gobble it down and then run away…
But unfortunately, today the gobble has followed me home.

Isn’t it funny how we always think of someone else as the fishy one?
That the smell of bad behavior is not our own…
Stop, look in the mirror, and take a sniff…
It may be coming from you.

Let’s swap addresses in case we get in trouble…
There’s a stinky squid around every corner…
I can tell you the best way to get rid of the smell of squid…
And it’s not scratch, munch and roll.

Oh no, here comes a burp.

I love you,

Annie

Sometimes I go bear hunting…
I am a great tracker because my nose is a built in GPS…
I’m always careful not to step on twigs…
And I’m patient, never paying attention to time.

Bears are unusual characters…
Big and stinky and furry, with big white claws and yellow teeth…
To me, they are the beast of all beasts…
Yet often, I find them lying in fields of pastel colors, playing with butterflies.

I’ve never actually caught a bear…
If I did, I would tear it to shreds!
I hear they have a sweet and sour taste…
Sweet because they are always feasting on strawberries…
Sour because, like me, they eat other nasty things (Hmm, I wonder how I would taste?)

When I’m on the hunt, I’m in a place of no prejudice or bigotry (I respect the bear as my equal…)
I’m no longer like a sponge soaking up guilt for things I haven’t done…
There is only the wind, the birds, and the patter of rain on the leaves…
It is as if, a hundred new windows have just opened.

This is a place where no one is looking for me…
The past forever gone…
Actually, I’m not sure I want to hunt the bear…
It is really not my enemy and I think we could be friends.

Go out today and make friends with a bear!

I love you,

Annie

If you want to be like me…
You will have to shift from a life of remembering to a life of doing…
Realize that this whole world is grateful because you are in it…
And most importantly…
Always jump on the nicest piece of furniture in the room.

For example…
When I go to the lake…
I wait for a wave to ripple across the water…
Imagine the crystal beauty that lies beneath…
And then gently let it tickle my toes.

But you need to go out exploring to find an adventure…
Imagine, you can find anything your heart desires in a world like this…
So, if you want to converse with kings and queens…
You need to follow their footsteps.

It all leads back to your own true nature…
Just as all streams find their way back to the sea…
With so many stairs and passages in-between…
And so much soul-altering light along the way.

This world is your land now…
You will never get the answers you are looking for sitting in the same seat, asking the same questions…
Life is more about choice than circumstance…
Us pups choose to go out and find it.

I love you,

Annie

I will never understand you humans…
It’s all about money, money, money…
Recognizing the rich for their wealth and not their character.

From a pup’s perspective…

Money only creates the desire for more money…
With the goal of having a pile bigger than everyone else’s…
It shuts out every other thing in life worth seeing…
Filling the days with prickly things.

For me, I own nothing but Orange Badger (my favorite toy…)
Yet, I never feel poor…
Nothing to me, is that consequential…
I don’t need a big pile of anything (except poop. I really enjoy a big pile of poop.)

I follow the simplest path because it is the clearest…
I love my friends unconditionally despite the mountains between us…
I imagine pictures to each story you tell me…
And make every character magical.

I only think of being who I am, right now…
Even though sometimes I wonder what I will grow up to be…
For me, the ending of every story is the beginning of a new one…
Making me stronger and stronger for forever and forever.

I look at some of other people’s things and think, “That must have cost a pretty penny!”
And wonder what the record is they are trying to break…
Being truly rich is more than a bunch of decorations…
A good friend like you is more valuable than a pile of silver and gold.

I love you,

Annie

Last night, the night winds told me tales of the meadows…
The stars twinkled as lilies in the sky…
As a pup this happens to me every night…
Before I sink into my pillow and go to sleep.

The morning light wakes me as music to my eyes…
The day all written out in sunbeams…
Feeling a happy life hanging in the kitchen…
Telling me its time to take a big bite of the apple of life.

Do you trust me?
What I tell you now will bring you joy…
You, yourself create your own worry and self-bitterness…
Care for yourself, love yourself, and then you can have compassion for everyone else…
And start creating new worlds.

So, let any anxious thoughts fly away…
They are little more than self-indulgence…
They don’t belong to happiness, like an armadillo doesn’t belong in a tree…
Anxiety will only take you to the steepest part of the path.

So, let’s go arm in arm…
Listen together to the night wind’s tales…
Let the morning light be music to our eyes…
And find our day, written in the sunbeams.

I love you,

Annie

Worry makes me smaller than I already am….
It turns my fur turn a kind of yellowy white…
It splits me right down the middle…
And the fight within, robs me of who I really am.

I become like a sun beaten slope…
Isolated and alone…
Turning me inside out and upside down…
Absent of any joy.

But then I realize, I am joy!
I am sunshine!
I am the sky!
I am the stars!

It pulls me from whatever swamp I was in at the time…
Making me safe from myself…
Then, my smallness becomes largeness…
And I can roar once again like a lion.

I am now in full bloom…
Detached and separated from worry…
When you feel small from worry…
Just remember who you are.

I love you,

Annie

So pastel, so peaceful…
Like living on the seashore and playing in the sunshine…
Casting light instead of shade…
Pulling beauty from craziness.

I’m still trying to name that color…
It must be some color of a new world…
How is it able to refresh each moment with an inhale?
And purge all poison when I breathe out.

I think it comes from the region of the clouds…
The place where landscapes are created in the sky…
Bringing cooling shadows and soft rains…
And the ability of building worlds.

By each hour of my day, it grows stronger in magic…
Saying, “You don’t have to have enemies anymore…”
“There is no longer the need for great walls…”
“Stop thinking and you will find the perfect day you’ve always dreamed of.”

When I dwell here, I don’t have to worry about other people’s (or pups) opinions…
Don’t have to say “yes,” when I really mean “no!”
Don’t need any 50 dollar phrases…
All I have to do is rest in the light.

I love you,

Annie