:The Invitation

Yesterday morning right after hitting the Publish (ah..publish..doesn’t that sound cool..publish) button for the Live! entry, I sent myself an email. The subject line was The Invitation.

In the summer of 2004 Jason introduced me to this piece, which is published in a book by the same name. I loved it! I had a copy with me when I went to St. Louis in October 2004 to present the Gompa dogs, for the first time, in public. I was nervous about everything…which seems very silly in retrospect. That, however, doesn’t change how I felt then. I didn’t want people to judge them. I wanted people to see what I saw in them. The Invitation, for some reason, helped me deal with the feelings prior – days, weeks and months – to the presentation.

Live!

I keep a stash of draft blog entries. Drafts of things I may want to write about. Drafts of things people have shared with me, including those cyberspace pass-alongs. Drafts waiting further inspiration for completion. Drafts of things I can quickly pop on the blog for those mornings I’m pressed for time.

This morning I’ve actually got lots to say…about a new pet peeve. Pet parent. Say what?! I don’t have time to go off about that. My ever-ever-processing brain (my gawd, where’s the on/off switch…) continues to contemplate kennels, how on earth the public – never mind a biologist – expects breeders to keep dogs that provide puppies of their breed of choice. I don’t have time to write about that either this morning.

Rather than step onto my soapbox, I went to my drafts and found the following piece. As I always do (oh, irate mother of 15 year old son photographer) I googled the first few lines, only to find the author as anonymous. Then I checked images with the same google search because I think blog entries with images are nice. This image was used on someone else’s blog for the same poetic piece. I can’t find credits for the painter either. Throwing caution to the wind, tossing this painting and these words out into cyberspace…

Live!

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed
to ever let you down probably will.

You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time.

You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did.

You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never
been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of
happiness you’ll never get back.
Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.  ~anonymous~