NOTE FROM LB
The following poem, which I just reread for the first time in almost as many years as I’d lived when I wrote it, surprises me. I don’t want to do spoilers (God forbid!), but when these words first came poring out of me I read them as meaning something completely different from what they mean to me now. Wondering – Who was I then? Who am I now?
Having read Don Quixote, and the works of Nietzsche,
NOTE FROM LB
If not proof at least evidence that sometimes people really do change. Short poems (the first probably could have been a tweet but we don’t have them back in the 1990s), yet oh-so insightful. Maybe. I hope.
Anyway:
NOTE FROM LB
The Navajo Dog is sitting this one out, and my subconscious has replaced magic this time around. Or has it? (Warning: This sucker looks longer than it really is.
A Recurring Dream
NOTE FROM LB
Another true life adventure with the Navajo Dog, better known during her time on this planet in this particular form as D’neh. How much did D’neh mean to me? Let me put it this way. Without her, I would never have been able to become myself:
The Navajo dog takes care of her own.
NOTE FROM LB
Life with the Navajo Dog was always special. She wasn’t exactly the friendliest bitch in the pack. In fact, most of the time it was clear that there was only one other living being for whom she had positive feelings, and his initials were LB. But still, she shared the middle years of her life with another canine, and defended and taught him as well as me. They even worked together from time to time, and it was on one such occasion that I learned the following lesson:
Dogs protect you from Death.