Saturday, May 19, 2012

Walk the Dog

I used to be pretty good at the yo-yo trick, walk the dog. These days, I do a lot of  walk the dog, but a little differently.

This morning was so absolutely beautiful, I just had to be part of God's awesome creation. Those of you that know me well, know that for me, being part of nature is even more spiritually meaningful than going to church. So, Riley, Tilly and I set out for our daily constitution bright and early. These are the little life moments that I cherish and want to remember for years to come. Enjoy a video diary of our morning walk.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty, with love false or true,
But one life loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how life fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid its face amid a crowd of stars.
                               
                        -William Butler Yeats