Morning After

It’s the morning after I had awoken long before anyone else. The night before, the excited energy in the home elevated the roof and engulfed my ability to sleep. I was not alone. Ian and Emma were flying to London today. They would have three weeks of newness, walking from town to town for 177 miles of trail that borders England and Wales.

The entire length of the border between Wales and England. That is it…. Only 177 miles of a line that holds two vastly yet connected old and new worlds within.

I have a hard time following lines and have never walked a line for 177 miles. I am beyond excited what “walking the line” is going to open and entail for them. I wonder how it will alter their steps long after they have finished this line.

Emma at twelve years old going for the first time on a plane, a new country, a new trail, a 177 mile long line, three weeks with just her and her dad.

Twelve year old me can hardly contain herself. Thirty Nine year old me can hardly contain herself too.

It is hard to articulate the utter soul gripping happiness I have over the thought of this being three weeks of their lives. That their time and energy and resources get to be poured into a galaxy of experiences. Together.

I hope Ian will find his twelve year old self again, the one that is insanely energetic and curious, a bit nerdy and full of life. They need to hang out again and maybe start doing more of life together. I hope that Emma realizes that she is perfect and never let her thoughts of herself keep her from diving into galaxies of life. You never know where one portal could lead you…. That as we all grow older and busier with our lives, these two will forever have a chapter in their stories. They will have walked 177 miles together, in the UK. It is a beautiful thing for the two of them to always share and now I am sitting here crying cause I know it is not normal to feel this darn happy that two people I love get to have something so beautiful and I get to sit here with four dogs who make me feel like I am in some kind of punked version of “Will you watch my pets?”

Hawthorne, who is nearing his 12th birthday seems to be inconsistently nearing the rainbow bridge gate. One week he is lying around as though he just received his ticket and is waiting for the next train and then he is playing with the pups and stealing food off the tables. Well today his left front shoulder seems to have given up on him. Now rendering him two legged since his right back hip has been gone for a while. A healthy dose of cbd oil with breakfast and he can spend the day, hopefully somewhere in between his inconsistent life right now.

Ollie must have been smelling the poppies, he has come in with watering eyes trying to blow something out of his nose. His chihuahua eyes always make him look like he is in the constant state of shedding a tear, as he is bellowing air out his nose and mouth like s starfish trying to act like a whale.

Benji was offered a variety of teddies, after breakfast and proceeded to take a turn with a couple of them as he would saunter off with one in his mouth to the back bedroom. I peeked in on him once as he stopped mid action and held his pose and unamused gaze until I left the room. He was atop the big dog bed with the teddy sprawled flat as Benji’s front legs are “embracing” the teddy.

Teanuk or Tiny Dog seems get overcome with an allergy attack. His tiny body is sent into sneezing spasms that just rattle him to the bone. His eye site seems to be poor and he seems to think it is fine to shit in the house. Tiny shits but shits just the same. Rule number one in life, do not shit where you live.

And on this note of life wisdom, on the morning after I had awoken long before anyone else. I am going to make a glorious cup of tea, gaze at the shadows of light that are dancing through the oak leaves, breathe in my hopes for today and breathe out my fears, until Tela wakes up.