Category: Annie’s World

This is for my friends who are grieving…

As a pup, I can feel the grief that hides inside you…
Nourishing itself on itself…
Like a hole in your best pair of britches…
In that same sing song voice.

Yes, life can be brutal…
Leaving wounds, some that will never go away…
Why do humans imagine them over and over in every detail?
Until the camera turns dizzy.

Can I come and share some words?
For just one minute can you step out of sadness’s way?
Take a deep breath and try to let go…
Even if it feels like no other option fits in your brain.

Perhaps being sad holds a powerful meaning…
I believe there are notes in the margin of the book…
Hold it like a mother holds her baby…
And in time it will go to sleep.

Right now, it’s like a horse in a sideways canter…
300 days from now it will be different…
That urge for more life is like a child waiting at your door…
Have the courage to let her in.

I love you,

Annie

Today I’m taking a trip into the tiniest forever…
Would you like to come?
The opening is as narrow as an eyelid’s slit…
Inside there are only simple verses.

Come on!
Unlock your hand from that post in the ground…
You’ve had the key all along…
Let’s raise our glasses to freedom and then empty them.

Here is cool water to rinse with…
Wipe away all that loose dirt from your world…
In this place nothing is jammed together…
There is no such thing as sadness.

In fact, everything is quite the opposite…
Tolerance is as plentiful as the sky…
Moderation rules as Queen…
Because She always knows the proper path.

Here, faith is abundant so everything can be achieved…
Letting go is as easy as a yawn…
Take my paw, follow me…
Let’s together find peace.

I love you,

Annie

Listen, listen, as those around you speak…
Their soft words sound almost like poetry…
Sometimes pointed, but never piercing (Lao…)
That’s just the way soft words are.
 
They are so different from words pressing an opinion…
Loud words are like a Corgi on a pair of stilts…
They look down and snicker at everything below…
Feeling so much more important than the crowd they have made faceless.
 
Yes, softness is radiant but not blinding (Lao…)
Offering unfiltered amazement…
Making the neighborhood come alive…
With so many beautiful vistas that the camera is confused at which way to point.
 
Soft words are the key to discover how big your neighborhood really is…
No longer making us look for the doorway out…
Like a surprise that should no longer surprise you…
Giving you the best part of your time.
 
You know, sometimes a seed waits quietly in the ground for decades…
Then bursts into life…
Let your soft words wait no longer…
The world needs more poets.
 
I love you,
 
Annie

You know, our lives are all just a beautiful love story…
There is no need to be sad or upset…
Each day simply recognize your world’s blessings…
It will be like bumping into an old friend along your way.

It’s not about religion…
Let it go and you will become sacred…
It’s not about control…
Let it go and learn to follow.

Take this seat by my side…
I’ll ride the route with you…
Feel that summer breeze…
Let it tickle cool in your ears.

No one is putting you to the test…
So why sometimes is it difficult for you to breathe?
You get so absorbed with useless thinking that you disappear…
I often think, “knock, knock:” I know you’re in there somewhere.

This love story has placed you in the center of it all…
Go now, trot out into the sunlight…
The final chord has not yet been struck…
Smile at your world and bless it.

I love you,

Annie

Humans have the craziest sayings…
I can’t understand the half of them…
Maybe you can help me with this one…
Someone looked at old Charley the Labrador…
And said, “Look at that hang dog look on that pup!”

What’s a hang dog?
This bothered me so much I woke up with it spinning in my brain…
This is unusual because…
I usually don’t remember anything from yesterday…
Except the sun, the wind and the clouds.

Sometimes I think there are two different movies going on here…
Pups in this theater and humans in another…
The pup movie, all about our primal identity…
The human movie about an identity with an extra level of guilt.

It’s time to take a swig from each other’s jug…
To blunt the sharpness…
Snap the stretching silence…
And leave poor Charley alone.

Let’s stop all the name calling…
It really does make a difference (Charley didn’t wag his tail for a week…)
And focus on helping the unfortunate instead of picking on Charley…
He’s anything but a hang dog (even if I don’t know what that means.)

I love you,

Annie

I always get the Scriptures mixed up…
My mind isn’t made for that kind of organization…
For me, things just come and go without effort and in no order…
Everything enjoyable and beautiful.

In particular that Scripture about Lazarus scares me to death…
At the first sight of him coming out of the tomb, I’d be long gone (creepy, creepy, creepy!)
I would never let that guy hold me…
Or give him a lick on the face.

I have to admit as far as miracles go, it’s a good one.

I believe everyone loves goodness…
But sometimes we can’t bear the goodness inside us…
We are too busy throwing insults at ourselves all day long…
Talking ourselves into defeat before we even begin.

Today, let’s stop that shadow moving across our minds…
Declare ourselves heroes…
Walk out of that moldy grave like Lazarus…
And come to grips with the fact that our spirits will live forever.

Then, everything will fall back in harmony…
Back to that sense of well-being…
It’s not just a crazy notion…
It is the truth…ask Lazarus.

I love you,

Annie

I surrender to the rain…
I just bend and ride like an old oak swaying in the wind…
For me it doesn’t wash away my purpose…
Because I’m planted in love.

Listen closely, the drops are the universe singing…
Puddling the lilies in the most elegant waters…
Never telling lies…
Never disrespecting.

Funny, why you would think that you are responsible for the storms on this earth…
It’s a weight that’s too heavy to carry…
You are a good person, through and through…
But your burden is too big.

The mud forms around my paws…
The wind squeezes me with excitement…
There is no good reason for me to try to escape…
Why? Because everything is turning into thankfulness.

You know, it’s not by chance that birds can fly…
They carry no weight but their own…
They are lighter than their simple troubles…
Why?
Because they have surrendered to the rain.

Try letting go, you may find that you also can fly!

I love you,

Annie

I’m in a green dream…
The earth a sprawling chorus…
As I trail my paws in the still waters…
I’ve made a decision…
Today, I’m going to practice eternity.

Please stop what you’re thinking…
I beg you to be my guest…
Don’t be anxious or intimidated…
Let’s together paint this world in gaudy colors.

In this dream we search for cures and there are no wars…
We practice catching the spots of the speckled sun…
Take my paw and we’ll move together one step at a time…
Once I have you, I’ll never let you go.

Let’s together pour out ecstasy…
Forget our shame because that’s where all the bad things come from…
There’s so much life left inside us…
Let’s wrap it around us like a cocoon.

Here we don’t need to be afraid of toppling things over…
If they’re in our way, we simply knock them down…
No obstacles, no chains, no broken promises…
So come let’s dream and become part of the show.

I love you,

Annie

My great grandpuppy was a bootlegger…
Moving contraband through the mountains of Tennessee…
To him it was all about money, not love and mercy…
He died drinking a bad batch of 150 proof…
Four paws up.
 
My great grandmuppy was a quilter…
I still have some of her embroidered psalms on the wall…
To her it was all about love and mercy, not money…
Those psalms still speak.
 
Her life taught me to never be alone in my head…
That like her needle and thread, each breath of life is special…
An intricate work of embroidered art…
Like the patterns sketched on the wings of a hummingbird.
 
It’s funny that wisdom is always just outside our field of view…
It’s like we wait for it to come to us while we sit imprisoned in our little shoeboxes…
Yet inside us is the light to find it…
Our light leads to the giver of light.
 
So, what if life is full of words we cannot understand…
Long words are just short words put together…
I would love to make you an embroidered psalm to explain it all…
But unfortunately, I’m hopeless at quilting.
 
I love you,
 
Annie

I had a premonition…
It started smaller than a grain of sand…
Slowly forming letters between the lines…
Whispering that our stories will all have a good ending.

I didn’t know words could hold so much meaning…
That sentences could be so full…
We don’t need to live in a twisted universe…
We can accept that we are expressions of something far greater.

Then, behold a galaxy…
All springing from one little thought…
No more fake flowers…
We, like eagles, skimming over the stars.

Beaming, She is watching us…
Taking every empty part in this new play…
However, there is one part She can never have…
The lead, that is for you and me.

Yep, that’s why I practice my lines every day…
Always adding a little more edge…
Because there is only one being in this universe, I need to please…
And She is my biggest fan.

I love you,

Annie