Category: Annie’s World

This morning I am lost in the blush of dawn…
Letting it invade the very pores of my skin…
Trying the air in different directions…
It’s time to forget all of yesterday’s nonsense.

The dawn streaming over boulders and brush…
Across the dune tops…
Making time stand still…
Speaking in lost words.

You don’t need to go anywhere…
The issues will not be answered in another place…
Return to the pace of dawn…
And stop following rules that have no meaning.

I see it now, the shadow of a smile…
Time to free ourselves from the gold fish bowl…
And today leave audience participation out of the script..
No longer trying to find only the words that sound best.

Now, we can be kind to people who are good…
And we also can be kind to people who are not so good…
Talk truthful, like old shipmates…
Until sunset puts out the remaining pockets of flame.

I love you,

Annie

Can you feel the shared breath of this world?
The collective heart beat?
Hear the stream of whispers?
The voices of family and friends?

Social media is creating its own kind of wind…
Spreading the fire on single blades of grass…
Squeezing the perfume out of the aromatic leaves…
And replacing it with the plastic leaves of pretend…

But the jury has yet to reach a verdict…
There is always a glimmer of hope…
I’ll take the glimmer…
That fallow half light that can light up the sky…

Sometimes I think like this…
But I found I can’t chase away a bad thought…
However I can replace it with a good one…
And place beauty and animation into every landscape…
Then once again hear the collective heart beat.

Can we move away from the darkness with steps of infinite grace?
Really mean everything we say?
Each day unlearn one more thing?
And return to heavens way?

Hand in hand I think we can!

I love you,

Annie

Safe hidden places…
Where every thought turns into a butterfly…
A happiness of a different order…
Tutored by each second.

The sky flushing a beautiful blue…
Spreading colorful quilts on the ground…
A place without a name…
A name would only make it smaller.

Of course there is always room for you…
A new beginning with every sip of tea…
Let’s listen to what the angels have to say…
And open our hearts to the heavens.

No more labeling others with names that suit us better…
No more being fooled time and time again…
No more peering into a starless sky…
No more meandering hopelessly like a clipped kite.

Safe, hidden places…
Where joy appears like a found feather…
Setting my world alight…
Oh so happy…
Like a gopher in a turnip patch.

I love you,

Annie

Please write this down…
There is no such thing as something being definite…
No such thing as the end of the road…
Why? Because there is always a great deal more to come…

On/off, yes/no, black/white; there are a million worlds between these words…
If you think there is only winning or losing, you will never realize how big you actually are…
I figured out a long time ago I am more than a mouse in a shoebox…
That’s why my bark is as bold as a lion.

Too much of our lives is just an illusion of fear…
Thoughts and worries that make us turn tail and run…
Songs, written only with exclamation points…
Not fit for a three-eyed mule.

But guess what?
You can see through fear…
You can walk right through it and watch it rattle away…
To a place that is sparkling clear and kind.

So there is never a need to live in terror…
There’s more of a need to do a jiggle dance…
When we jiggle, we are like a sailor climbing to the top of the mast…
Land ho! There’s a new world on the horizon.

I love you,

Annie

I never went to school one day in my life…
Learning, is more than my little head can carry…
Besides, the classroom is full of too many fuzzy creatures…
I’m embarrassed to say it, but, I can’t even spell Annie.

Yet, there is a lot of things I know…
Not as much as you, but still a lot…
Like, I know the purpose of every adventure…
And I know how to perfectly be myself.

Because of this, with each day I reach a new outlook…
There are vivid colors, always in the sky…
I am never in a bad mood…
And I never let myself fade away into a small blonde smudge.

I used to solve all my problems by eating…
When I was five, believe it or not, I was the size of the Good Year blimp!
Now I look cool, like I just jumped out of a convertible…
And believe it or not, I’m now a size -10 (Super-duper-mini- petite).

So, sit down with me, and let’s together listen to the last verse of the song…
Did you know that your presence lifts my heart…
Helps me get the thought of that lost muffin out of my brain…
So, let’s snuggle tight so we never again have to shiver from the cold.

I love you,

Annie

I have found that it is no use thinking about yesterday…
I was a different pup back then…
What comes next is so much better than that…
It’s where the flowers grow the tallest.

I am a plain pup…
Lingering on the taste of my last stolen morsel…
Contemplating each and every step…
Until I am pressed back into harmony.

I can only catch tidbits of what you say to me…
Blah, Blah, Blah, Annie, Blah Blah Blah…
It is like constant wisps of dusk…
Until the sun retires until another day.

To me, life is not just another theory…
Some goalless sky…
Never, a bit of a bugger…
Or believing that every bend in the trail will be the last.

So, why not let go of yesterday?
You will gain courage as you go…
Stop worrying about cutting a minute or two, here and there…
And just be.

I love you,

Annie

At heart I am just an old sea dog…
Even though some days it feels like a long way to the sea…
I think it is important to go inside myself to see what I’m made of…
By the way who do you think you are?

Inside me there are old sailor songs and stories of forgotten treasures…
My sailor buddies always singing the tunes…
And just as the sun sets under the curly waves…
I enjoy the vanishing view.

You look thoroughly confused!
Yeah, you may be a little less wild and free…
Standing in the pool of your own shadow…
Like a prisoner in enemy territory…

I too, am confused about humans…
I watch each day as you drag your heavy plow through fields laden with mud…
Your telling expressions…
The influence of your powerful eyes.

But inside you there is much more than this…
You may not be a sailor, but there is something else in there…
It is not some silly, clownish, trick…
Why?
Because you are the earth, the sky, and the sea.

I love you,

Annie

Will you come and dance with me?
It really doesn’t take any practice…
You need this!
I can read your face and it tells the full story…
You are stuck in a place of half believing and half doubting.

Come on, the greatest adventures seem childish…
Out here the air has a different taste…
We will pull the magic right out of the dance floor…
And go bob, bob, bobbing.

It may have been so long that you have forgotten the steps…
Without risk your life will just become drier than the day before…
You may start to feel like you are stuffed in a sausage casing…
And my simple, pretty, dance will set you free.

Don’t think, the decision should be quick…
How quick? A fast as I can eat a buttered muffin…
To dance with me is like walking on water to another shore…
There is another shore, you know.

For me, the dance floor is covered in a downy white…
Wild and loving and free…
With so many angels in the band…
Deep inside, I think you know what it is like.

I love you,

Annie

I have a very complicated transmission…
I have torque when I want to pull my butler in a different direction…
I have a gear for cruising…
And of course, I have multiple gears for reverse…

However, my moods never shift with the weather…
I move with an easy grace…
Always looking for kind eyes…
You know, eyes like yours.

I move with the exuberance of bloom…
Retiring in the same order…
Whenever I see something new, I ask…
What kind of dance is this?

You may ask….

Why so many gears in reverse?
Whether you know it or not I am always returning…
To the one who has made me…
To my forever home.

So, with a bound into the air…
Picturing the donut that almost was…
I seal the punctures from all my stupid ideas…
And go full speed toward the blue until there is not a spot of blackness.

I love you,

Annie

I am the kind of pup that people notice…
Always stopping to make a fuss…
It is like I’m some sort of strange and mysterious pup…
Different from all the rest.

I’m uncomfortable being the biggest show in town…
My silence never complete…
I’m thinking of taking a course in uglification…
Become a blonde, shaggy, ghoulish, ghost.

Picture me for a moment, as a long-haired hyena…
Moving quickly through the darkness…
Always against much bigger odds…
The rivers of antelope dividing around me.

Why is it that sometimes I’m not happy with the way I am?
Not content with the joyful sound of a waterfall?
I should be reveling in the sky, clear and spacious…
Standing, in humility, solid and full.

I guess sometimes I’m not too fond of my beautiful me…
Yet I am so blessed to be who I am…
There are so many other pups kicked, beaten and called all kinds of horrible names…
Kind of puts things back into perspective.

I love you,

Annie